This is a song about "Big l"

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Feel like l laughing and sticking yall in broken elevators with

Big tits and a big ass

Cause you're most likely to crash

Scott la rock, proof, big l, khadafi, jam master jay,

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

L y r i to the c

Bitch, i might make you my baby

E-v-i-l cant you see this is i-r-l, do i gotta spit some internet slang to get it threw to you

Wonderin why everyone's so persistent thunderin in telling me what to do,

Z-y-l-o/ the thoughts in my head are problematic

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit