This is a song about "Hulk"

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

People call him the rap incredible hulk

And big money like hulk

Trying hard to speak and

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

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

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

End up doing coke and getting bigger than hulk hogan.

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

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

Tryna blend in like few of my friends did - damn! there too i hardly fit in