This is a song about "Jo bs fat ass"

Ho, ho, goes, père noël in his little mufuckin fat ass clothes clothes, so so

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

Cold-blooded vein pulsing ’jo news

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Tallk about pussy, which is fat

Weed up, better make a sound

That fat ass looks juicy and round

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

Or just a fat ass lard

So rest your weary heart

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

Throwin up the tre got a fat ass in my way

Click clack with a switch fat

The door crack, niggas all black