This is a song about "Big bankroll"

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

And my name too big, and my gang too big

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

These wussies pretending to stand big

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

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

(who? me?) yeah, bitch you so big

And become as big as london

Me and my microphone could be one

Yo, big rob you ready?

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free