This is a song about "Giant lips"

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

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

And if you wanna disturb the sleeping giant,

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

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

Too tall for comfort, the iron giant is on his feet.

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Dont ask me howard ill smack dwight of ya lips

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

The right-to-kiss his dead wife's lips

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

I am the giant no containment/

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Id run for miles just for a smile and kiss her lips

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence