This is a song about "Marie gona ist fett"

Im lying if i think its ever gona change,

Give me a blue benz, red porsche, red range

Here’s a tissue for you bitches

And your gona want a kiss

Yea you know you're gona want it/

Now you got me hopped up on that

But im never gona change

Said her hearts, in a cage

Screamin for ya mommy like dat b*tch gona help/

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

You and give them a little kiss. they like you gona choke, he's

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese