This is a song about "A big disesan"

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Like a mouse versus a big fat elephant

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Big bows,screaming fan ,big shows.pretty like a crown,can nothing put

Fuck that job been around that block

Swore i was a big shot

And still a nigga made it here

To give him a big record deal,

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

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

Whilst i roll up in a big ball,

I also have a cutie to call

But i'm done teachin' niggas though it's school

Big screen, make ya wanna act a fool

Little girl for a big boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ