This is a song about "Giant eagle"

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

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

Either hell hath no fury or an eagle takes its place/

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Don’t get big cuz in the game i’m andre the giant

When i get to warwick avenue

The giant number who miss you

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

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

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

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

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box