This is a song about "Fatty findely"

Succeed indeed im thief in the streets, when im with a bitch its like a fatty

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

The fatty pork, all hail hell's gate, dreams steamed and glorified,

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Life's riding on mayo, fatty kid you stay on,

With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny

Sasha's daddy just rolled up another fatty