This is a song about "Two fat tramps"

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

Tramps on the internet, jerks with dick pics sent

Coroners comfort your mama

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Chain, and not two, unlike that fat guy without a brain but a birthday crew.

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Fuck me in my fat ass

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Used to find dope in his coat

At least i aint your mother now shes fuckin fat

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

So play back... "whoa ho i'll cut your bodily fat!"

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

So play back... "whoa ho i'll cut your bodily fat!"