This is a song about "The ass was fat"

While your fat ass mother made you babysit

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass

But i let off everything i have

Then sent his ass to iraq, but unlike osama, his ass was the one that got smashed in,

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

To the same kiss ass guys 'n, who have no idea who was the first to comply it

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

But if i threw your fat ass up a hill, you would roll down faster.

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Back when i was jus a lil fat kid

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

So i can see your fat ass tryna run