This is a song about "Big dreams for a big old city"

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

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

Not aiming for big fame

So we can live again

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Big serg, we ready for whatever

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

His anger ignites, dreams were shattered of his name in big lights.

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

This rap is a snack, hungry for more, looking for a big mac

I gotta teach hoes

Mustache and a big nose,

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

I'm thirsty for some blood your probably gunna need a big hearse

So check it out

Tryin have a big amount