This is a song about "Big slam"

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

On trial for possession of some chronic

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

His life is always going slam

I put that shit on my man

Our nation have to bow, africa

Watch me back-hand ya, then crack-slam ya,

Yeah my ego aint that big,

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

I slam your face down into the pavement,

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts