This is a song about "Your tiny"

I'm a tiny pants goon

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

Leave your running to your mamma,

My all gold rolly or the

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

And of course, my car's off course

Searching for fortune and fame

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

I gave that bitch a tiny little slap

Yeah that tiny screen can get stuffed,

She can only live for the moment

Meant to be just a tiny little spat

The third one is mixed, white and black

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Keep me a bitch with some sexy thighs