This is a song about "Green giant"

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

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

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

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

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

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

The giant number who miss you

I call em up, they might fall through

I dream of makin green/

It's roc nation, this my team

Tummy hungry for the dull green

People don't condone what they've never seen

But got comma’s in my statement

I am the giant no containment/

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Fire on my mind like im green