This is a song about "Big timers"

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

But i'm big on the west like i'm big in the south

This isn't for the small timers, this is for the all timers

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Other rhymers, you, big timers and who knows but it still flows...

Inside an auschwitz chamber, hydrogen cyanide infiltrates ya

Promised, i'm as determined as them old timers, i wanna villa in a costa

Dont be afraid of big companies

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Yeah my ego aint that big,

Superfly, opposite of basic

These wussies pretending to stand big

But it seems like a scene outta flick