This is a song about "Big ol tities"

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

If his bitch insist on getting sick

Heard the sound of several gun shots

I'm am the guy that's a big ol' boss

When im happy people call me laughy, i try to have fun in my dads ol' caddy,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

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

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

Your own physical, superficial not spiritual

You ain't gotta follow the same ol' ritual