This is a song about "Pat smith the baddest mothafucka around town"

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

I'm a small mothafucka, with the strength of a giant,

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Severed the clocks hand and pat myself on the back!

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

Sister died before i was born i am the mothafucka that survived

Ride slow around town, cruisin, buyin property

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

Party all the time listen i'm da baddest in school the

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

Can't win with a passive attack