This is a song about "Audiokidd fat lines"

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

There is a light that shines

I read it, the fine lines

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Make the fingers snap

Click clack with a switch fat

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

You said also i was fat

Can't win with a passive attack

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that