This is a song about "Micheal big head"

Head so big i got a crooked neck

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

So drop the slam and let's get sick

So damn crisp and so damn big

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

From the big big city nyc not a west coast potpouuri suburb

Yeah my ego aint that big,

Baby am i slick

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Never seen you as lyrical

While on the moon guess i'm micheal

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

Hearing voices in my head

The lights may flicker, your face feels red