This is a song about "Big forehead and hairline"

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Cause it's friday, it's blacc friday

Im feeling big and mighty

Where the guns ain't an issue, and death is big

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Bitches ain't around one thou

And we're all a big disgrace now

And big money like hulk

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

And my name too big, and my gang too big

If his bitch insist on getting sick

Mustache and a big nose,

This is love, nothing else close

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

I won't be moved and i just proved i'm the next big