This is a song about "Big rims"

If his bitch insist on getting sick

You missed that tearing muscles make you big

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

These jordan 4′s: check

Hasn't been big enough yet

Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Bun b, i’m underground king

He was the next big thing

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

So damn crisp and so damn big

I swear ri got a hit with this

Rims, henny, and reminisce

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Huh, a metaphor of course