This is a song about "Going big"

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Since i was left with no hope

Where is my life going,

Jump off... hoping, i'm hoping

But i just kept on going

Money ain't a thing

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

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Im going to the carnival, the big one downtown

I’m sending one warning shot then i’m taking buildings down

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

And my name too big, and my gang too big