This is a song about "Webbes big head"

Your friends say, why we not together yet

He gets straight back up with a big grin in his head

Big tits and a big ass

Bring your pen and your weed stash

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

And a big ass head, looking like some fucking monuments/

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

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

I'm writing this off my head

Like sally mae on college debt

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

(who? me?) yeah, bitch you so big

Head so big i got a crooked neck

Finished mean done, and done mean dead