This is a song about "Industrialization and big business"

Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive

And manage to establish a syndicate of business to live it lavish

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

Had to go and talk the business, nigga i gotta' get it

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

And runs a record business by the time daylight comes

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Big hopes, big dreams, and he stands spitting these fucked up things,

Big pun and big l's lifestylez ov da poor and dangerous,

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

This is something different

And big money like hulk