This is a song about "Big rims"

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

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Alcohol and booty calls

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

Soon they see you on some rims they wanna kick it in gear

Me rolling// in lamborghini rims previously stolen//and watch you gasp at my

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

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

And i ain't puttin' no rims on it, when it's five hundred ya ride factory

Got my foot on the gas

Big tits and a big ass

I'mma let you hang chick

So damn crisp and so damn big

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits