This is a song about "Big breasts"

Yeah my ego aint that big,

Oh your friends are sick

Will get him exposed off the top... call him mardi.. gras and breasts!

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

And you aint got no breasts

I think you and your friends

I'm everything that they call nice

Dont be afraid of big companies

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

She screamed 'fuck yes' / until i bust on her breasts

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Huh, a metaphor of course