This is a song about "Michelly welly with a big fat jelly belly"

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

When im rubbing that big fat award in there face

He gets straight back up with a big grin in his head

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Who's pockets look fat just like her big ole thighs

Picture me lettin this chump survive

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

No literally, i'm stickin' the cylinder with fake eyes and a fat nose

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Big red creature with a six pack of the apocalypse

I'm a sick kid, i'll hit quick, swing with my big dick

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

With your head on a spike a big ass frown.

Then get out your seat and jump around