This is a song about "Big data"

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

But it seems like a scene outta flick

So damn crisp and so damn big

I also have a cutie to call

Great big eyeballs, my insides crawl

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

And my name too big, and my gang too big

Collection of freestyles that i just want to make

But there's more than just some data on the disk at stake

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

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard