This is a song about "You think your all big shit"

When you barely know your shit and all your help ain't meanin nothin

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

How you think your favorite rappers all got ahead

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Yeah you think you're all that cuz your snap back and your fat stack/

You got some plan? your the big man?

Yeah, the kid in this thang

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

They're all a big mistake, suicide isn't in your fate.

Put you file for all your dumb shit

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Your the reason people think rap is poetic shit