This is a song about "A fat skank"

Fuck that nigga, wolf gang

Joeamam a big fat fan

Cause when i win this shit free they think i’m oprah's cousin

Ive never been a stingy fella, or a fat one

As i wrapped a fat zoot commenting on my handiwork

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

We can all chill and smoke on a fat blunt

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

This nigga a skank you need to know you're way below my ranks

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

In this graveyard, im still a fat lard,

Looking at a fat man's dick/

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick