This is a song about "Giant pound out"

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

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

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

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

Us two we smoke a pound

Reason i stuck with the sound

Maybe i just shouldn't go so underground, make thunder pound,

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

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

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

Could head home, i got pussy to pound

Then speed it up, this playing in the background

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

I lay my raps down pound for pound on this

Yo bro, wanna go toe to toe pound for pound

The fourth one, i like to kick around