This is a song about "Big booty how"

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

Cuz it was the death of big pun does anybody else see how my rap career might

Hit the big booty bitch in the mouth, it's so hilarious

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

And i didn't just want to grip on your booty

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Rollin blunt after blunt, prowlin down town on that big booty hunt,

So chase the air hide your stash

Big tits and a big ass