This is a song about "Tiny titties"

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

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

They're mistaken, thinkin' titties make up for good qualities.

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

That the tiny screen can get stuffed,

Without a nice pair of titties i would probably last a day,

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Scurry, scurry, like some tiny mice

I gave that bitch a tiny little slap

Double m-g not to mention we got that

And her smile lit up the room

I'm a tiny pants goon