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

I am the giant no containment/

With such an ugly picture in it and

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

If i suck titties and do lines with dead whitney!

Pockets probably like fried food

Titties out, betty boop/

Signin titties at the rock shows

Live from the lamont's rose

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

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

And if you wanna disturb the sleeping giant,

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

They're mistaken, thinkin' titties make up for good qualities.