This is a song about "Big tom hanks"

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

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

Gotta big bitch, ass out

I gotta little clout

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

This aint pranks, im smarter with rhymes then steeve hanks.

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Mustache and a big nose,

And these shape-shifting hoes

Teach you how to rope a chick

And my dick is just that big!

These wussies pretending to stand big

Thomas, clay aiken no gay shit, ass naked

Not aiming for big fame

All the bitches know my name