This is a song about "Ramon the fat guy"

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Tears that our fore fathers cry

I wanna be the guy

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Before i lay down, i thank god for the blessings

It ain't over till the fat lady sings

You don't mean that, you faggot

Some of the fat dick, nigga dont trip

Now go figure, he's the bad guy,

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

He plays the bad boy, really he's a good guy

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

You're exaggerated fat maybe, join the navy

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see