This is a song about "Big ads"

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Black fours red drop head doors

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Big pun and big l's lifestylez ov da poor and dangerous,

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Ads, the texas ranger,

Tryin have a big amount

Come wit me you'll smoke around

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

And my name too big, and my gang too big

It feels like a big race,

Lookin' for these better days