This is a song about "Being a big douchebag"

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

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

Just tell me that i ever meant anything

Took the form of a human being

A childhood being suppressed,

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Tryin have a big amount

These sb's ain't never coming out

Swore i was a big shot

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

I thought it'd get better but

Lifes a big garbage truck

But i know i see better days

A big brawl, kill you anyplace,

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

Look at what i'm up against, scrutiny, criticism