This is a song about "Big foreheads"

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

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Slapping labels on foreheads and recording excuses in tables

Little girl for a big boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

(who? me?) yeah, bitch you so big

Yeah my ego aint that big,

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

And my dick is just that big!

When i was 11 got the toolie thick