This is a song about "Indian fat boy who play football"

There was a little girl who never went out to play

And truthfully girl you really make my day

Girl like u mess with boy who earn...

Don't regurgitate my sperm

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

A boy who feels his home, just ain't his home

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

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

I’m just a flowing white boy who has mad haters

Better yet they work my every nerve

You troubled bullied boy who are you calling gay? gay boy your daddy wants you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Once their was a boy who felt like a king,

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Feeling like bad-boy, a mad man deployed to destroy who makes him madder,