This is a song about "Being a fatber"

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Or was i just a desolate being

The wake up, dawg get ya face off the pillow

The other was you being a stocky hoe,

Being blind isn't a condition, it's a decision,

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

I believed in a higher being.

And how it feels to feel that feeling

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Diagnose/ me for being a maniacal fanatic

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

America will find a way to eliminate the problem

Im being a bit over dramatic?

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit