This is a song about "Gettin big"

Everything that means gettin with

But you hate them navel kisses

And of course, my car's off course

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

And all my childhood memories

Gettin weak all in my knees

A baby basket hound gettin lashed,

About disaster in the world and

Gettin weak all in my knees

You gotta breathe and be at ease

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

Yeah my ego aint that big,

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Acting gangster but you're gettin beat