This is a song about "Big gaz"

I dropped another classic

So damn crisp and so damn big

Swore i was a big shot

And i don't make no bed rock

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

These wussies pretending to stand big

So i went down south but i ended up north

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Y'all can't stick to no g code

And become as big as london

So now she picks up the gun

Hasn't been big enough yet

Im trying to see her in bed