This is a song about "Big things"

Not king james, these were coke kings

You mother fucka claim you murder things

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

Small things turn to the big - one death to the graveyard

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

When you spill out hits

That going through some things

Realising that world leans on things

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

These chalance give me balance

Chattering bring back other things

They say he the key to my blessings

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/