This is a song about "Big"

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

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

And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

My name on the big screen

Show ‘em how much they really mean

So damn crisp and so damn big

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

Bring the keys, oh my god

Swore i was a big shot

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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