This is a song about "Big berto"

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

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

Don't want to be the king

He was the next big thing

Make them more insecure when they caught one

And become as big as london

Hasn't been big enough yet

Kick back and know yo son set

You chris, i rock

Swore i was a big shot

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

I'mma make it rain trick

Dont be afraid of big companies

But in the meantime it's lights please

Bitch, i was born to ball

Great big eyeballs, my insides crawl