This is a song about "Something big"

Huh, a metaphor of course

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Now i can draw your face up pretty

But the alcohols something to see

He left something out, something was wrong there something was missing.

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

And my name too big, and my gang too big

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

Bun b, i’m underground king

Go pop some pills or something

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

Watch as nothing becomes a big round something, imagine a lot of loving,

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something

Why dont someone do something

We no longer close or nothing