This is a song about "To big to care"

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

I like to start big to end even bigger

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

No one seems to notice i doubt they even care,

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

A big disappointment i would hate to be

So you get up begin to leave everyone says take care,

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

When it comes to spitting that fire

Always wanted to be a big timer

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Believing the screens or anything there

Back to times square...i got dimes here

To give him a big record deal,

From miami to l.a. back to manhatten where the big cake

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break