This is a song about "Pat lowe"

With young randy to pat my back

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Severed the clocks hand and pat myself on the back!

She call me big pat and my dick make that ass clap.

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

Give poor pay-less pat a habitat with a thermostat

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

The third one is mixed, white and black

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq