This is a song about "Big things"

New canvas she need a new stroke

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

I only got four minutes

Yeah, i tossed out all my ex's things

From the projects to the penthouse

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

Spitting things inefficiently?

I like my girls smart, skinny

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

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Your destiny is a recipe for better things

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

That was my influence

Cause real niggas do real things

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

You mother fucka claim you murder things