This is a song about "Big 40s and big"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Im feeling big and mighty

Where rules get followed

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

You act strong and so big and tall,

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Decided "go big" and try speaking with eloquence

Where the guns ain't an issue, and death is big

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

I'm trynna be the best and i'm trynna get big,

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Black fours red drop head doors