This is a song about "Big titts"

Great big eyeballs, my insides crawl

The board ceo, i'm glad you all

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Black fours red drop head doors

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

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

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

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

Make room for the groom married to his music

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

You missed that tearing muscles make you big

And my dick is just that big!

Oh your friends are sick