This is a song about "Tiny willy"

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

That the tiny screen can get stuffed,

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

This is something different

That the tiny screen can get stuffed,

What you really feeling? and how you willy healing

So that make you a queen, surviving anything

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

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

Because there ain't no coming back from that

I gave that bitch a tiny little slap

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

And it wont just be a little tiny poke

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

That right its tiny, but bitch the rest of my is big