This is a song about "How i m gonna big"

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

My vision enormous, my bitches is gorgeous

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

To liberate yourself, africa

I"m the designated driver

When it comes to spitting that fire

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

I be calling out game like miles at the farms