This is a song about "Big seth"

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

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

Give us this day, our daily bread

Hasn't been big enough yet

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

You missed that tearing muscles make you big

Around my way, i'm cut throat

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Big bows,screaming fan ,big shows.pretty like a crown,can nothing put

Swore i was a big shot

Curl up like big worm when i drop

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

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