This is a song about "Fat stinky charles"

Charles manson in the flesh, i kill a nigga for the check

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Im too rachet too rancid/ charles mansion/ unload with the gun bro

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

Joeamam a big fat fan

Just take control if you can

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

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

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Merely lettin the scent from your stinky raps linger,

I never use a fork i always spoon her

So play back... "whoa ho i'll cut your bodily fat!"

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track