This is a song about "Big boy"

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

And take place looking boy

Man the fuck up like that tall nigga roy

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got those

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

Hey, lookin' boy, what you say lookin' boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy