This is a song about "Big timers"

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

From the big big city nyc not a west coast potpouuri suburb

Big pun and big l's lifestylez ov da poor and dangerous,

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

And of course, my car's off course

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

N i'm robbing timers wholly now no obstruction

Thomas, clay aiken no gay shit, ass naked

These wussies pretending to stand big

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse