This is a song about "Big tit"

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

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

And my dick is just that big!

So drop the slam and let's get sick

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Dont be afraid of big companies

Big hopes, big dreams, and he stands spitting these fucked up things,

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

When i'm on it, on it like my job

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Produces more liquid than a pregnant bitches tit