This is a song about "Over rated with fatness"

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme bats

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

Now you ain't rated, its stated

Contributing the real shit

Scratch my head over the wounds and infect you with my lice

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Now i can do over the left, with the left over salt from you

Her screaming, "you will be locked up with tape over your mouth"

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Bend over touch your toes ,then drop with it

That shoebox shit, over with,

Y’all rambling, talking shit to these bitches