This is a song about "Andrew s a fatty"

Your career are over like mary j bilge in rock of a-g-e-s

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

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

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

Welcome to the dirty south,we don't have 40's it's a 30 ounce

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

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

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

Whether it's a beat or a scam

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

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

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night