This is a song about "Your fat cock"

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

You cross dress like oscar de hoya, your life's a cock fest

You cant get your fat head round this.

Pocket racked up all big faces

We never tattle, let god handle that

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

Catch your mom in my home, with my cock,

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Ya plans will surly shatter, your rhymes are pretty fat be mines a little fatter.

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

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city