This is a song about "Big seth"

Big hopes, big dreams, and he stands spitting these fucked up things,

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Dont be afraid of big companies

These wussies pretending to stand big

And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

I bet you hear that white music

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

The pioneer of the coke rap

You big ass motherfuckin' fag!

Little girl for a big boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

I can taste the salt from my tears

And cash money supermarket like seth,