This is a song about "Fat bastard"

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

Compare me too that bastard pot head

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Fat bastard ill shackle ya/and rattle ur chains

Under my leather mask ugly bastard to never be matched

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Making a movie, spike work

You gangster acting bastard.

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now.

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

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

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

You get your ass kicked you ignorant bastard