This is a song about "Fat boy freddo"

Both: this the perfect plan

Joeamam a big fat fan

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Little gay lookin' boy

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

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

You said also i was fat

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

This be the realest shit i ever wrote