This is a song about "Hen bitch fat ass faggot"

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

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

So i can see your fat ass tryna run

But hold the beat, he ain't speaking for everyone

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Enjoy your carrot as you stuck it up your ass, fuckin faggot

Well i'm here to inform you that that fat bitch sang

I seems i lost my little homie he's a changed man

Cause you're most likely to crash

Quick to burn yo bitch ass

When that money calls i holla back

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat