This is a song about "Fat english chap"

But my junior year english teacher portrayed

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Rubbing off these cracked lips like chap stick

Superfly, opposite of basic

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

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

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

Nigga ain't bad, see, niggas just had

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die