This is a song about "Big steaming dunghole"

I gripped it and slowly pulled the trigger but the chamber isn't steaming

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

Top ranked, number one my son

And become as big as london

Ever since then i had no job

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

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

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

I'm everything that they call nice

Dont be afraid of big companies

Unleashing this rage, i’m a beast in a cage, steaming enraged,

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade