This is a song about "Fat ass bitch keeping on eating all the mister bees pizza"

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

The bitch is too fucking lousy, the fat bitch eats brownies

Eating all da fudge like da fat kid in school

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

We all know what your about, so you keep ya bitch ass up on that seat

And when i flee, all the bees come after me

We got money to go get baby

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

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

It's all a game, still your ass is up on the wall of shame,

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

All the fat bitches at the bar will probably grab the bill