This is a song about "Big poppa"

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

So i went down south but i ended up north

Thomas, clay aiken no gay shit, ass naked

These wussies pretending to stand big

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Big pun and big l's lifestylez ov da poor and dangerous,

Believe me i'mma be your god

Swore i was a big shot

And my name too big, and my gang too big

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Yo, big rob you ready?

I'd done stacked many

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Dont be afraid of big companies