This is a song about "My massive dingaling"

You're asking for some passive facts? i've got a massive stash,

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

It's a sign of the massive climb we face, aiming for the stars their minds are brave

Fiends of classic hip hop with a massive

And i be talking about me, i do this

I don't play, i'll get your ass to crash, i'll spray your face with massive tanks of gas

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

While working on my mistakes

I spark massive flames,harmfull pains,

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

From the streets to the charts,is a massive move

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin