This is a song about "Big bums"

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

They had discovered how matter can't be broken, now them bums

Where you welcome to problems

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

Dont vibe with bums... i'll bite my tongue and rip it out

Listening to aston martin music music

And my name too big, and my gang too big

Cause there'll never be peace

Dont be afraid of big companies

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

So damn crisp and so damn big

These wussies pretending to stand big

On trial for possession of some chronic