This is a song about "Big mansions"

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

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

Yeah my ego aint that big,

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Let it be told, the story how you chilled in mansions with gold

Little girl for a big boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

We can make more, make babies

Mansions maids mercedes

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

We can play twister naked

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

Fly as ricky steam boat

Big and fat, as my big fat oak