This is a song about "Troy fat bitch smelly ass hole"

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

While your fat ass mother made you babysit

Living out of a homeless shit

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

Bitch so fat she didnt even know it

So i can see your fat ass tryna run

See with a district columbia vision

Well i'm here to inform you that that fat bitch sang

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

Pick his fat ass up, and drag that fag into the kitchen

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

Blunt nearly as fat as that old bitch precious

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast