This is a song about "Big rims"

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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

From the big big city nyc not a west coast potpouuri suburb

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Little girl for a big boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

You missed that tearing muscles make you big

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

Big tits and a big ass

No one-half and i hate math

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

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