This is a song about "Big leci"

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

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

My voice make her wet

Hasn't been big enough yet

So damn crisp and so damn big

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Five shots she ready to leave

Dont be afraid of big companies

Im feeling big and mighty

Hopin' that my niggas see

Swore i was a big shot

It’s hip-hop, not pop

Just me and my boss no worries at all

Great big eyeballs, my insides crawl