This is a song about "Big sticks"

Prison prisms, twist the lyrics like licorice sticks, hits 'em,

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

To soho, baby milo so dope

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

Frozen in dismay, set upon sticks high, bloodied just for show.

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

Are your a guy that sticks to green?

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

Always knocks anybody down who sticks in his path

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

I eat big. i dream big. i need big