This is a song about "The big z"

Ima creamate jay-z leave the ashes in a trail

He ain't even respect the name, he said whale

Where the guns ain't an issue, and death is big

After party crib full of broads all naked

You ain't never seen

My name on the big screen

It's the big lip assassin

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

Forgive me jay z i had to borrow the flow

The ones that have the big tits

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

I won't be moved and i just proved i'm the next big