This is a song about "Big maple"

These wussies pretending to stand big

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

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

I have that maple syrup urine disease,

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Big playmaker quarter back

The door crack, niggas all black

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Broke nerd society gives big frowns

And my name too big, and my gang too big

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

So i went down south but i ended up north

Superfly, opposite of basic

You missed that tearing muscles make you big