This is a song about "Sri lank big package"

Killing these niggas off quick

And my dick is just that big!

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

Hit the deli on the corner and get a package of raw

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

Polo draws to package up my package while i'm packin in this passage

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

That's boa, see that's my set

Hasn't been big enough yet

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

From the big big city nyc not a west coast potpouuri suburb

Dea intercepted the package, doa, yall still sittin home watching rachel ray

But in the midst of all this anger and this angstnever once did you heard me say

They vaguely decipher my language

Licking picking and ticking the package,