This is a song about "You fat ass"

No one-half and i hate math

I fucked you up, straight in the ass!

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Cause you know your stinking ass is too fat to try to outrun me"

Bring your pen and your weed stash

I'll pop a cap on you ass

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

Ain't even tryna hold back

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

You own and hide it under ya fat stomach

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

You cant get your fat head round this.

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts