This is a song about "Andrew s a fatty"

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

The fatty pork, all hail hell's gate, dreams steamed and glorified,

I'm just a 90's kid n' playing around

I've been a pro, but now i'm profound

Shit done changed since the wop and the running man

You get a+'s and i'm like got holy damn

Cause i have got "s" plus what a dog's tail does

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

Life's riding on mayo, fatty kid you stay on,

And i'mma show you how the south was won

Im trying to have a good saint patricks day, im sippin 40s,

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

S on my chest like a superman vest

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent