This is a song about "Big time resurrection"

You missed that tearing muscles make you big

After party crib full of broads all naked

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Time for you to s u c c u m b, to ma truth and see me big

And pay less attention on hip hop's death and its resurrection,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Mustache and a big nose,

Big homie hov said i am close

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

You're rap needs a resurrection and next election

Where's your vest son? death's on the cassette slot, not resurrection

Be that day to remember trying to chance their perception

I'm a verbal resurrection, the source of apprehension

Motherfuck my phone, it never has reception