This is a song about "Giant boobs"

I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank

You fine as two grapes gettin' stomped out by a giant cask

And my weed man should just sell flutes

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

I am the giant no containment/

Secret society all we ask is trust

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

I’ll never say that i’m not, the giant king of hip hop,

Whipping up a batch of whoop ass from a giant can

Odd future, there wolves bang where a couple bears hang

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

A sister with big boobs and tight ass and a brother who go in 4th class

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

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

So gold albums or not, i did affect rap

Dont make me snap, its like a giant trap