This is a song about "Hulk"

End up doing coke and getting bigger than hulk hogan.

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

I give you that massage, good hygiene is required i don't want no dirty junk

Letters of ghosts written to better invoke redder than hulk ready in bulk

I'm the hulk, fag! quit living in virtual reality madman!

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

People call him the rap incredible hulk

As my name get bigger this game get different

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

And big money like hulk

When i rhyme and spit /and write this shit and feel stuck in the darkness that im residing in

I listened to it and it was as if hulk groaned at my face and rap was my passion