This is a song about "The big z"

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

The day jay-z go broke nigga is tha day kid stop

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

But i'm big on the west like i'm big in the south

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

Jay z, talib kweli, mos def, rocked to the tip top,

I'm trynna be the best and i'm trynna get big,

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

He was the next big thing

We gone keep going

When slick rick was spittin la-di-da-digaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, i remember

Recently been listening to a lot of jay z, lately been thinking he's the greatest mc, ever

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