This is a song about "Big"

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

And of course, my car's off course

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

You missed that tearing muscles make you big

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

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

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

Tell a bitch lean

My name on the big screen

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows