This is a song about "Big bitch"

Your life is a product of trash

Big tits and a big ass

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

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

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

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

He bought me a hoodie, a couple albums

Quoting the big ones while i tap a bitch once

And my name too big, and my gang too big

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

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