This is a song about "Fat dude name damon with pimples"

With your weak presence, dude you'll need weapons,

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

I turned into something they never became

Sittin on a tree above your tombstone marked with your name

You should be with some other dude

So before i go, you should harvest food

Too damn late. scratched with claws just cause i use the name.

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

With certainty they're slurping meat like fat bitches and sausage links

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

If you didn't know i feel this way

How i cruise it with a fat jay

With your full name in a rap.

Snapple fact: you rather wack