This is a song about "Tiny tim"

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

And it wont just be a little tiny poke

But nah, he is quite different

That the tiny screen can get stuffed,

Tim rapped on the track, and i felt complete

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Rails n nails in the air, slow mo, like snails & tim dale's speech impediment.

Unable to think clear

But luckily tim changed my year

Meant to be just a tiny little spat

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

Still got me another deal big as any nigga in music

Fuckin shit, anybody who comes at me can suck my tiny dick

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

Snoopin for sach, in his tiny little ballsack your lucky, im mellow