This is a song about "Your bitches ass is fat"

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

But i let off everything i have

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

All the fat bitches at the bar will probably grab the bill

All that counts is that head up your ass,

Baby got that super bass

Living out of a homeless shit

While your fat ass mother made you babysit

'till i rap and your ass is spaced out like captain kirk

Misunderstood, respected, so i give it all my effort

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

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash

But bitches down in your berserk ass, pounding your balls as it drips the tears

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense