This is a song about "Big a"

Just a scheme of big corporations,

Got a nigga seein things

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Lifes a big garbage truck

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

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

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

It feels like a big race,

But i know i see better days

Since a kid all i did was dream real big

Thomas, clay aiken no gay shit, ass naked

Yea got big stacks get me a car

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star