This is a song about "Kian the fat ginger twat"

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

Talking shit because he knows for a fact his whack, ill steal ya missus an tongue her twat,

Some of the fat dick, nigga dont trip

Thus contributing to ongoing credit

She got something i never had

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

The bitch is too fucking lousy, the fat bitch eats brownies

Pick his fat ass up, and drag that fag into the kitchen

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Throwin up the tre got a fat ass in my way

Yeah, and make sure everything you say

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

I'm sick of ya wack crap, talking shit but the fat stacks