This is a song about "Big mansions"

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

And my name too big, and my gang too big

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Papa aren't you proud of me i got 5 mansions

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

They live in mansions with pools, communities gated,

Now he’s living in mansions off his inventions and your decision,

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

In the house, holla back

You big ass motherfuckin' fag!

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

I need my respect, you can keep all the features