This is a song about "Big hits"

You get close but no cigar

O conquered coke hits in his gay car

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Time to pretend shit all i do is drop hits

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

From the platinum hits to unlicensed shits

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

And rappers started selling out to make a few club hits,

The youngest of my mother kids

Only writing awesome hits

Lights will flash, cars will crash

Big tits and a big ass

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

When i get older imma be makin the biggest hits