This is a song about "Tall boys"

She said my dick aint fat its just really tall

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

Thawed out my heart and it glossed tall

Plottin' don’t even worry

Boys tell me they love me

Just show them boys whos boss

You pull up in parking lots

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

And you let blacks kill blacks rockefeller was tall

You can't forget run d.m.c., the beastie boys,

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

He must be fricken tall.

So fuck em' all