This is a song about "Fat people mow the lawn"

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

I'm sick of ya wack crap, talking shit but the fat stacks

It ain't over till the fat lady sings

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

Round the world you better call me the lawn dart

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

The bitch is too fucking lousy, the fat bitch eats brownies

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

All the fat bitches at the bar will probably grab the bill

These rappers will tell you how green their lawn stay, but twist the hose,

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Ass fat, tap that put it on the ground

I'mma catch you next time around