This is a song about "Fat yellowpac y with a migute friend"

Help out a friend who's living with the rats and eating scraps

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Saw you go out with my best friend and i kept it all a secret

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Stop it if you scared

I just want a best friend

I'm gettin blitzed and i reminsce on all the times we shared

I'm a dangerous enemy, even more so a friend

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

He gave me brain, an his friend got a 4.0 with him breaking me off,

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

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

She hangs up, and calls a friend

Niggas in the street scared