This is a song about "Big tittiea"

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

With two chicks, sadistic

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

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

These wussies pretending to stand big

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

Im feeling big and mighty

But five years from now i bet she see

Got tired of running from the police

Dont be afraid of big companies