This is a song about "Too big"

(who? me?) yeah, bitch you so big

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Yeah my ego aint that big,

Young money shit, me and lil wayne too big

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

I don’t want nothing to do with you, i’m through with you

You get too big and here they come trying to,

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

Big hopes, big dreams, and he stands spitting these fucked up things,

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

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