This is a song about "Big macs"

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Huh, a metaphor of course

These are real facts, now i don't deal crack, i'm packing macs,

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Niggas talk with limited service

Ego big as a bus,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

You missed that tearing muscles make you big

So damn crisp and so damn big

I'mma make it rain trick

They would act like they packed macs and smoked hash when,

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Yeah my ego aint that big,

I never crack i got that chap stick