This is a song about "Big timers"

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

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

But it seems like a scene outta flick

(who? me?) yeah, bitch you so big

So drop the slam and let's get sick

You missed that tearing muscles make you big

In the society you're the blank paper, stagnate as everything's drawn around ya

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

N i'm robbing timers wholly now no obstruction

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

Yeah my ego aint that big,

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

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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