This is a song about "Big ole ass"

Does she know you are a big ass snitch and a cheat

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

So i went down south but i ended up north

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Who's pockets look fat just like her big ole thighs

Call the network dipset family ties

We can make a fix, we can do some good 'ole tricks, we can set the best picks

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Imma crush that ass even if it ain't too big

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

You big ass motherfuckin' fag!

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

And a big ass head, looking like some fucking monuments/

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Big ass grabing on that booty, a lil diffrent is how my crew be,