This is a song about "Poor little big face"

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say

About racism, we would have little agreements in a big way!

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

To see her pretty little face bruised and black

Black fours red drop head doors

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

I mean fam, i was damn near invisible at school

I got to make sure that i can play here

Got my face on the signs now, im kinda big deal

Im going all out im at the highest peak, and im on a big streak, little sleep

Sign a cdbut right now, does it look too shabby, t?look down can't even see my feet

I lived with poor blacks and poor whites in their neighborhoods,

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

I’d like to see you say those little fables to my face,

She don't even need a job, got one anyways