This is a song about "Big rig"

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

Yeah my ego aint that big,

Go crazy when she hear music

Big playmaker quarter back

There's crack, there's crack

It feels like a big race,

Let's face it, i can’t replace

You missed that tearing muscles make you big

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

And my name too big, and my gang too big

(who? me?) yeah, bitch you so big

But it seems like a scene outta flick