This is a song about "Big kids"

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

These wussies pretending to stand big

Yeah my ego aint that big,

I'mma make it rain trick

Never meeting his true love, having kids,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Im a don in this shit, yall kids

The jiggas and the tips

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

And speak to suburban kids

Thomas, clay aiken no gay shit, ass naked

And my name too big, and my gang too big

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Battle savages scavenge libs and manage average kids..

I wanna feed my babys kids

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks