This is a song about "Big papa"

Alcohol and booty calls

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

And when it come to the cash

Big tits and a big ass

From the projects to the penthouse

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

My papa saw that sad anger wire

Got a little kick, but it ain't no tire

Your papa your mama should tell you not to miss with me

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Yeah my ego aint that big,

Oh your friends are sick

Imagine this, an inner-city kid without his papa dukes,

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools