This is a song about "Fat albert"

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

At least i aint your mother now shes fuckin fat

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

So rest your weary heart

Or just a fat ass lard

Don't diss albert einstein mind.

Cause i’m back on my grind

I'll do a fat line and spit some fat rhymes

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Where rules get followed

Tallk about pussy, which is fat

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Givin fat albert eatin lessons like some kinda snl parody,