This is a song about "Big airport"

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Yo, big rob you ready?

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

Im feeling big and mighty

I’m tryna be low key

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

These wussies pretending to stand big

Impeccable give it my note

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

So much to say a scrabble game

Not aiming for big fame

And my name too big, and my gang too big

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic