This is a song about "Big hairy men"

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Mary was hairy and lucy wants to marry me,

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

After party crib full of broads all naked

In a hairy mess, doused with gas, light her dress with matches

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Just put your hand on the glass

Big tits and a big ass

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

I ain't had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide (whoops!)

They'll never become better men

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them