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

I can only imagine, uncle bob

And j dot cant work well under the spot,

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

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

// [hook: eminem and lil wayne]

Blow trees like a hurricane

To seize everything you ever wanted

Back when i was jus a lil fat kid

I can always depend on my mama

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

Just to come and shoot ya, like when fabolous made ray j mad

// [hook: eminem and lil wayne]

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim