This is a song about "Tiny willy"

What you really feeling? and how you willy healing

And she would do anything for everything

Scurry, scurry, like some tiny mice

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

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

Still got me another deal big as any nigga in music

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

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

And get caught, in the moment

Yeah that tiny screen can get stuffed,

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

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

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

I gave that bitch a tiny little slap