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

I hit your block and we can box for fun

So i can see your fat ass tryna run

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

All that counts is that head up your ass,

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Or just a fat ass lard

See, where i come from is hard

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

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

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

And it is honestly obvious that your retarded ass possess it

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

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that