This is a song about "Stacey poole s giant titties"

Lyrical giant, seven-footer, they call me shaq/

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

And if you wanna disturb the sleeping giant,

What preceded was the clue

The giant number who miss you

Pockets probably like fried food

Titties out, betty boop/

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

Boom boom, bring it up, titties from hell!

Your titties got me horny bitch quit getting pushy

Ahahah that use to be my favorite movie

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

I mean big ole titties, the void in my minds back,