This is a song about "Big dick problems"

Those bitches know that i got a big dick

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

Sickly my dick is big and weighty which had your sister tortured

On my big dick shit with intercourse that's forced,

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

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

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

I'll explain what a pain this life with a big dick is:

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

Lets just say i had problems

On the slow jam of love

Like it might solve their problems

I can teach you all the sounds of love

We don't ever make love

Sometimes you got problems