This is a song about "Big bands"

I never crack i got that chap stick

So damn crisp and so damn big

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Bands will make her dance so baby go

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

And my name too big, and my gang too big

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

These wussies pretending to stand big

From the big big city nyc not a west coast potpouuri suburb

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

Reaper why did you take away all of the good bands?

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants