This is a song about "Big macs"

You missed that tearing muscles make you big

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

(who? me?) yeah, bitch you so big

I bet you hear that white music

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

Just let them know you're like machete blows, got macs packin',

Ego big as a bus,

Sometimes i feel so worthless

So drop the slam and lets get sick

So damn crisp and so damn big

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

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