This is a song about "Webbes big head"

While everybody got ammunition on deck

He gets straight back up with a big grin in his head

Head so big i got a crooked neck

Cutting me this worthless check

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

I know you just doing your job

Holla out my set

The ear worms in my head,

You already know you're dead

And think alone in my head

Yeah my ego aint that big,

So drop the slam and let's get sick

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

From the big big city nyc not a west coast potpouuri suburb