This is a song about "Bigman ting"

Murders out in chicago, its really taking its toll

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

Small town, kinda place a came from

Something wicked this way come

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Times out, this joint is ticking, tick tick

And keep in my small shiny white nuts

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

While massaging my ding - dong.

Most times when a liquor all gone

From the time that you stole my heart

Like a small garage in your backyard

Ring ring ding dong ching chang ching ringa ding dong

Niggas will find a way to tweak it till the art's gone

She walks with the fox saying ting ting, tang tang

Wifey like it one minute next minute she don't, man