This is a song about "Big kids"

And my name too big, and my gang too big

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

One life to live but they all doing life bids

Stories we were told as kids

Look, need to call it quits

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

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

Shout out bobby on hundreds

And speak to suburban kids

Im a don in this shit, yall kids

Just another product of this matrix

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

Killing these niggas off quick