This is a song about "Fat boy alex"

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

Joeamam a big fat fan

It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy

Little gay-lookin boy

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

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

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

Ain't like my job or guys i employ