This is a song about "Death by fat people"

Not intimidated by death nor the slammer,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Dont we have enough death , people

As i light one for ill will

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

I'll prove it with one hand by beating you to death with a spatula.

Inhale my color purple

Plus we're fed lies by the news people

Poor white people are never portrayed by our media,

White and black bitch like she's a mothafucking zebra

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves

You saying you dominate is like showing a fake id saying your last names

Evading my death by regaining my strength with sensu beans

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

I gotta do it for my people by the time i vanish

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give