This is a song about "Myla has big boobs"

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Still got my nike boots

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

Make room for the groom married to his music

The glare makes me hard to find

Aristotle has arrived

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Every motherfucker who has known me has broken bones,

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

Has music come to an edge or has gone too far