This is a song about "A big head"

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

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

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Why i gotta be such a block head

Listening to aston martin music music

But this is a small step, i'm dreaming of running big

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

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

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

You just took a hit upside the head

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean

Like watching a movie on a big screen

Little girl for a big boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ