This is a song about "Big b"

And if you think wayne's more of a king than b-i-g,

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

A, b, or c choose your fatal destiny

I miss ya like a bitch with big tits and her brassiere, b

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Queen b would have you servin tea/

Trying to catch me riding dirty

U about to get murdered b

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Da real queen spellin b

Hey, must be the money

Time for you to s u c c u m b, to ma truth and see me big

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Emcee m b, remember the name.

Well rick james, maury jane