This is a song about "Tiny"

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

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

Meant to be just a tiny little spat

She said she wanna man, told her im real rap

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

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

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

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

And it wont just be a little tiny poke

Hoping that mama would sympathize cause she broke

I'm a tiny pants goon

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

Yeah that tiny screen can get stuffed,