This is a song about "Big chest big chain the girls want to pull up"

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

Small things turn to the big - one death to the graveyard

You want a big house cz your living in the street

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

From miami to l.a. back to manhatten where the big cake

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

"leave it to the big kids, instead of rolling the dice.

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

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

Im going to the carnival, the big one downtown

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

Where people claim to be the greatest rapper since big or kane

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain