This is a song about "Big weed"

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Who substituted for this weed

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Big tits and a big ass

Your life is a product of trash

So drop the slam and lets get sick

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

From the back seat, back seat

And we got history, let's repeat it the right way

Cant smoke more weed than us we smoke dope like big bales of hay

Do it moderately, now everyone smokes weed,

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete