This is a song about "Antoin is fat"

We will never die, we are forever alive

I'll do a fat line and spit some fat rhymes

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

My rights are protected, let's see who the fat puppet next is

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

See, and now life seem hard

Or just a fat ass lard

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Make the class supersize but not fat, healthy composition is where its at

And when it come to the cash

Fuck me in my fat ass

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

The fence they was on about my rap skills

I'mma sign that work and release that

You said also i was fat