This is a song about "Fat old guys"

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Blunt nearly as fat as that old bitch precious

To intercept the bad guys intentions.

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

She graduated top of the class

Fuck me in my fat ass

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Around my way, i'm cut throat

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

And don't think what you're old

While guys were wastin time credit

Because there ain't no coming back from that

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

I apologized a trillion times