This is a song about "Big bootys"

You missed that tearing muscles make you big

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

And my name too big, and my gang too big

Make room for the groom married to his music

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

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

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Big pun and big l's lifestylez ov da poor and dangerous,

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Dont be afraid of big companies

But in the meantime it's lights please

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,