This is a song about "Chubby coon"

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Who look down on the common people and spit in they faces,

My life seems fuller, golden, somehow enriched

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon

She gott no its either work or in the city where they judge a coon

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

I wake, and lurk on discuss like a #snake,

Slithering snake you whither and shake

Now a nigga got baking to bake

Corona beers with a round of alligator clips

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

But it feels like i'm getting thrown in a snake pit

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Including fox hill and 27th street

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet