This is a song about "Big dicarter"

He was the next big thing

There ain't no telling

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

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Hasn't been big enough yet

My name on the big screen

You ain't never seen

I'mma let you hang chick

So damn crisp and so damn big