This is a song about "Industrialization and big business"

And isn't it ironic how they went out of business after this

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

And my name too big, and my gang too big

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

The situation was vague, but it was so that my aunt has done her business and came

Im feeling big and mighty

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

And u still wondering how your business is so rich

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

Where the guns ain't an issue, and death is big

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Your friends wit snitches and that gives us suspicion bout you in business.

Guess i’m different than most

Mustache and a big nose,