This is a song about "Industrialization and big business"

I'm trynna be the best and i'm trynna get big,

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

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

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

Lights will flash, cars will crash

Big tits and a big ass

Roll wit ace, khaled and them

And become as big as london

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

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Im feeling big and mighty

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

And i'm bout my business, them pesos what i did get