This is a song about "Giant lips"

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

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

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

And if you wanna disturb the sleeping giant,

Darker than a fucka lips

The jiggas and the tips

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Dont ask me howard ill smack dwight of ya lips

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

Abuse different verses to keep lips pursed

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

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

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

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