This is a song about "Hulk hogan"

People call him the rap incredible hulk

It's late and you stuck in my basement

Enforce, i'm elegant and

And big money like hulk

End up doing coke and getting bigger than hulk hogan.

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

And as for us, we was different though. things have gotten difficult

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

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

Leaving behind the cold past in a fast dash cause of what these fuckers been

Cause if you don't i will break you like the hulk did to a god.

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good