This is a song about "Roger sherman"

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

But at the same time i pull out an m1 abrams tank, see?

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Just because bigc be the great rhyme sayer

On they twitter writing novels, see

It take a shank and metal tank to harm me

I'm banking a full tank, you're running on low gas

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Just because bigc be the great rhyme sayer

I got something you've been waiting for

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

You think you're hip, you got that tank at abercrombie & fitch

Bunch of so sayers, when they go to sleep tonight, well i just hope they said their prayers

Between the gold rings on her fingers and those diamond earrings in pairs

So every action got its consequence, the lack of common sense,

Bunch of so sayers, when they go to sleep tonight, well i just hope they said their prayers