This is a song about "Something big"

The ones that just wanted something

Tell them niggas we coming

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

And now the present got you struggling

Numb nothings that think they worth something

But i ain't listening

Go pop some pills or something

When you need something yummy

Not hungry for my poetry

Nobody is better than anyone else.nothing is something

I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies; i'm head hunting

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

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

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

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word