This is a song about "Being fat"

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

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

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

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

Say hi to the ritalin regiment

Like a mouse versus a big fat elephant

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

It's all good, finna dog that

You said also i was fat