This is a song about "Tiny titties"

And get caught, in the moment

That the tiny screen can get stuffed,

Take you to your fucking grave along with yo whole tiny street

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

My rhymes so hot they make you girls titties dangle

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

Ten ten ten twenties on ya titties bitch

Scurry, scurry, like some tiny mice

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt

And i was one of the fish in this tiny small island