This is a song about "Big houses"

Many houses vacant,projects been baking,new cliques and crews formed

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Black fours red drop head doors

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

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

And talk about houses that they’ve burned to grounds,

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

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

Baby am i slick

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Moving houses for supposed whores

Mustache and a big nose,

Ain't no women at the shows