This is a song about "Fat and ginger"

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

And every night would swallow a big fat sausage meat pita

This is the part where we run hip hop

Im talking fat blunts, and they don't ever stop

I see the same hodon't get mad, i'm only bein real

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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

Faces laced and barren with hate, they carry fat baggage

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

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

That fat ass looks juicy and round

I just might throw a big amount