This is a song about "Joey fat"

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

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

Her boyfriend joey emerges from the christmas tree he’s finished recording.

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

I don't care about looks, i don't care if you're fat.

Lucky seven probably poppa

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

That farrakhan hakeem olajuwon qaddafi rap

Badly company wants her for ad she's too fat

Joeamam a big fat fan

Hoppin' out a van

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

Letting the silence loom joey started his attack

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

Looking at a fat man's dick/