This is a song about "Big things"

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

That going through some things

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Cause real niggas do real things

You mother fucka claim you murder things

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

And of course, my car's off course

Yeah, i tossed out all my ex's things

Silicone bitches got the confidence

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house