This is a song about "Big bitch"

Killing these niggas off quick

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

You missed that tearing muscles make you big

These wussies pretending to stand big

So drop the slam and let's get sick

A slick spot for your wristwatch that your bitch bought 'cuz you're a big shot

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

Yeah my ego aint that big,

Can't wait to see you naked

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

You big riding fag fuck you and your swag bitch on the rag,