This is a song about "Giant balls"

Sittin on bowling balls

Black fours red drop head doors

Cut out your livers gizzards and balls

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

I am the giant no containment/

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

I shit on you fag, with a giant poo

Make people riot, just because i spit on humans just like a giant

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Lyrical giant, seven-footer, they call me shaq/

The jager in my cup is licorice black

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

I'm a small mothafucka, with the strength of a giant,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt