This is a song about "I m obese"

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Damn is your mattress dry

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

Got a little kick, but it ain't no tire

I"m the designated driver