This is a song about "Industrialization and big business"

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

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

They had a hell of a run

And become as big as london

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

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

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

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

I got clowns on my hit list and start rapping now to business

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

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

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

Big tits and a big ass

Bring your pen and your weed stash