[Verse 1: Big Baby Gandhi] I wonder if God could make an a** so fat he couldn't lift it Could he make a b**h so bad that she couldn't even get to Heaven? And if then, I worship that, will I be praying to a false idol? I think that a** could split the seas like something out the Bible ??? be this whole song, picture it with no clothes on Something fat to hold on, her pimp game so strong But your boy be the slick ho, cold like the fridge, though Chips like Nabisco, so shake it fast like Mystikal Low like old '64, an*logue, digital Dull place like Thibodaux, set screen(?), I'm good to go