This is a song about "Fat boyfrinds who have small gilms but the biggets wilms"

My rights are protected, let's see who the fat puppet next is

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

But who the fuck cares sir?

Fuckin bitches chasing paper

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Make the class supersize but not fat, healthy composition is where its at

And all of that was okay

But who knew one the next day

But he's small and got a structure

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Those who know me least have the most say

Not to mention wale is on the way

Double m self made we forever rich

I'm the only gangster who doesn't have a bitch.

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,