This is a song about "Two big mack"

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Packing a mack in the back of the ac

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Two different stories,

Now i'm living out my dreams

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

And i've been thinking bout you

So its time for verse two

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Just clouded spittin through rappers two by two

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew