This is a song about "Dildos and fat chicks"

We just trynna be winners

And chicks dig my tongue twisters

And every night would swallow a big fat sausage meat pita

Now they want me to grease-up, be less african and get amnesia

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

That!but i am ugly and fat,

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Murdering man who fucks chicks

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

With certainty they're slurping meat like fat bitches and sausage links

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Fat bowels of tree deep, and its too loud to hear

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

Ion trust him cause he always laying chicks