This is a song about "Big trucks"

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

I'm boss like van damme with the trucks

But it seems like a scene outta flick

So damn crisp and so damn big

Huh, a metaphor of course

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

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

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

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

With two chicks, sadistic

Yo, big rob you ready?

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

What happened to em, innocently used to play with and adore toy trucks

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

And my dick is just that big!