This is a song about "Fat bates"

Now war missiles hand guns and grenades

It equates to a modern day norman bates

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Stab you to fuckin' death like my name was norman bates

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

But i like you like..like a lil bit

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

At least i aint your mother now shes fuckin fat

To call me norman bates is just a horrid imitation

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

This should be illegal man

Joeamam a big fat fan