This is a song about "Big ding dongs"

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Huh, a metaphor of course

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,

She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day long

Knocking you so silly that your head rings like a door bell,ding dong

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Big hopes, big dreams, and he stands spitting these fucked up things,

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Big bows,screaming fan ,big shows.pretty like a crown,can nothing put