This is a song about "Lil jo and fat j"

Back when i was jus a lil fat kid

Everybody wasted faded, faded

And j dot cant work well under the spot,

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

About disaster in the world and

We can all chill and smoke on a fat blunt

And sanctified, niggas got they pockets fat, overweight,

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

With certainty they're slurping meat like fat bitches and sausage links

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

My criteria ain't even that serious

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Fat bastard ill shackle ya/and rattle ur chains

When that money calls i holla back

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat