This is a song about "Big ol tities"

You ain't gotta follow the same ol' ritual

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

The ol' mc's used to be thugs and niggas, who knew what life was all about//

Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

So drop the slam and lets get sick

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

Of the big ol' cock, fuck her in the park

We're gonna have a good ol' time.

3 times, show me your peace sign

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

We're gonna have a good ol' time.

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

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

My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,