This is a song about "Big"

So damn crisp and so damn big

This a lil change trick

You missed that tearing muscles make you big

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Swore i was a big shot

And i don't make no bed rock

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

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

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

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

These wussies pretending to stand big

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

Thomas, clay aiken no gay shit, ass naked

I eat big. i dream big. i need big