This is a song about "Big time resurrection"

And when it come to the cash

Big tits and a big ass

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

These wussies pretending to stand big

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

Could be just as fly as some of the big time rap guys

Where's your vest son? death's on the cassette slot, not resurrection

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

My lyrics are worthy enough for a big time show,