This is a song about "Big ant"

You missed that tearing muscles make you big

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

And of course, my car's off course

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

And my name too big, and my gang too big

From the big big city nyc not a west coast potpouuri suburb

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Quit tryna be the big boss

Make room for the groom married to his music

These wussies pretending to stand big

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Its like this drive i have inside, fascinated by lies, there ant no compromise,