This is a song about "Fat james"

Look like james vanderbeek on eight grams of tweak,

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

Look at the time change from jordan to lebron james

Your life is a product of trash

Fuck me in my fat ass

Before your roll get popped

Got ray bans on call me james bond

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

Show you my gold middle finger; james bond visiting

I'm on twitter making tweets about the replays, of king james

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Click clack with a switch fat

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap