This is a song about "Fat boy that pics his ass"

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

With his funny ass laugh and his fuckin shitty ass hair,

A boy who feels his home, just ain't his home

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Could be applied to this shit

No reason to be around

Ass fat, tap that put it on the ground

Before i knock your ass right out boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Then sent his ass to iraq, but unlike osama, his ass was the one that got smashed in,

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit