This is a song about "Joey fat"

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

Letting the silence loom joey started his attack

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

That!but i am ugly and fat,

Tallk about pussy, which is fat

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

This should be illegal man

Joeamam a big fat fan

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

At least i aint your mother now shes fuckin fat