This is a song about "Big gorilla"

Bring the keys, oh my god

Swore i was a big shot

You missed that tearing muscles make you big

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

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

And my name too big, and my gang too big

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

My garage full of cars that bounce

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

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

On top of that, i’m broke

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Five shots she ready to leave

Dont be afraid of big companies