This is a song about "Big"

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

Great big eyeballs, my insides crawl

I never crack i got that chap stick

These wussies pretending to stand big

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday

Im feeling big and mighty

Big hopes, big dreams, and he stands spitting these fucked up things,

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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