This is a song about "I m big"

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

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

In private, not public in the streets

Cos i m working in this shit...which my daddy made...

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Killing these niggas off quick

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

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

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that