This is a song about "Fat josh"

Everybody put three fingers in the air

We deal with his shit, that's josh he just don't care,

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

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

At least i aint your mother now shes fuckin fat

So gold albums or not, i did affect rap

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Smoke ? you know it taste good

I've seen niggas loose cool, niggas leave school

Stops bein hyper, josh its time to act cool...

Wonder if they take it all back

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

I fucking hate this job