This is a song about "The hulk"

When i rhyme and spit /and write this shit and feel stuck in the darkness that im residing in

I listened to it and it was as if hulk groaned at my face and rap was my passion

The bigger the the fun

I told him get his 9 and run

I’m coming back like light-skin and

And big money like hulk

End up doing coke and getting bigger than hulk hogan.

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

As i'm watching the snow fall

Where the ball meets the wall

And as for us, we was different though. things have gotten difficult

Letters of ghosts written to better invoke redder than hulk ready in bulk

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the