This is a song about "Big jon"

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

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

Big hopes, big dreams, and he stands spitting these fucked up things,

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

And become as big as london

Cold, my style making my nose run

So i went down south but i ended up north

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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