This is a song about "Dylan being a fat fuck and restarted"

It was all bad

Click clack with a switch fat

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

And every night would swallow a big fat sausage meat pita

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

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

Never been to the moon this reefer will help you visit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

You just working with the scraps you was given

Blow up and being in a position

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Chain, and not two, unlike that fat guy without a brain but a birthday crew.

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

See her man face-to-face through the glass