This is a song about "Big hoss"

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

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Little girl for a big boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

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

Big pun and big l's lifestylez ov da poor and dangerous,

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

Great big eyeballs, my insides crawl

I also have a cutie to call

Kick back and know yo son set

Hasn't been big enough yet

Im feeling big and mighty

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday