This is a song about "You think your biggie"

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

Ill bet you think i wanna be biggie nope im payin homage

You think your eminem, but i see more stan in you

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

Son, you think your good, get it out of your head,

You see i gotta go to war

You think your mind can handle more

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

But did you think about your mom,

This bluegrass biggie flow got you admirin in my afterglow/

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Just to make it in this broadway lights

You like your rhyming you think you got lines