This is a song about "Industrialization and big business"

Just like you, sippin trippin minding my business thats p's and q's

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

To look at you is painful, cuz i ain’t seen you naked

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

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

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

And finally, everyone got their own problems

And runs a record business by the time daylight comes

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

And of course, my car's off course

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

And big money like hulk

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

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Im feeling big and mighty