This is a song about "A guy with a big head"

Goin' make a guy, a fool with every capability,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

I don't want you to have my permit yet

He gets straight back up with a big grin in his head

Poundin a bitch with a big ass,

Your life is a product of trash

I'm a sick kid, i'll hit quick, swing with my big dick

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Batting my head with a rolling pin

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Im a nice guy with a spice of hate just for lunch

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

I walk around lookin like a body with no head

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Big red creature with a six pack of the apocalypse

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years