This is a song about "Tiny willy"

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Scurry, scurry, like some tiny mice

Secret society all we ask is trust

That the tiny screen can get stuffed,

Meant to be just a tiny little spat

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

I'm a tiny pants goon

What you really feeling? and how you willy healing

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Had a dream like martin luther, little bit of hope

And it wont just be a little tiny poke