This is a song about "That big ba"

No cash in big stacks, no guns that click clack

? all white but the phantom is all black

You missed that tearing muscles make you big

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Go big; i’m just hoping that this rhyme is low key,

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

It's a big sign that i'm not wanted around

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Rollin blunt after blunt, prowlin down town on that big booty hunt,

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

Imma crush that ass even if it ain't too big

Sorry, i know that words to big for you, she bout to look that shit up on google

And again i say to you all, hello and welcome to my struggle.