This is a song about "Big weiner"

It feels like a big race,

I get that work from my face

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Wood chain with a jesus

Ego big as a bus,

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

And big money like hulk

These wussies pretending to stand big

Superfly, opposite of basic

Slammin that puss makes my weiner grow

The world looking out, they on the front row

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

And my name too big, and my gang too big

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

You missed that tearing muscles make you big