This is a song about "Big things"

I think it's more racist than ratings

You mother fucka claim you murder things

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

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

Maybe ill grow up and do great things

The battle ain't over till the black man sings

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

Simple things yes but to me these things just seem obscene.

And brutally doing things

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Killing these niggas off quick

These wussies pretending to stand big

They say he the key to my blessings

Realising that world leans on things

Chattering bring back other things

Now, nigga, it’s the prince