This is a song about "Big cocks"

But he's bullied, bullies is what you cocks are,

By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

But he's bullied, bullies is what you cocks are,

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

Doing what he can to hide from jelous cocks

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

That just makes them a nobody, a failure as an individual,

After all the cocks you gargled, we'll let you off with a discount, cox bundle.

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

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

Rock supporter, got his cocks in order, they too chicken to talk

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad