This is a song about "Finally big"

Finally i don't have to pretend

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

What you sippin' on, it's no problem

So i can finally say to mum

Breathing hardly, how, finally faltered,

That we picked up at the last concert

I’m an old soul with my pimp limp

I finally got relived

Must be something you want me to see

October 16th, i was finally ready.

I finally got a girl, mom!/

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

I finally wrote decent bars and treasured mines

Finally, emt's the winner

But c-can't look up in that mirror