This is a song about "Being fat and dope"

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

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

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

Ima smoke and exhale the kush dope,

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

And like those we all make mistakes so i ignite dope

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

I'm killlin' off everybody and anybody who calls 2 chainz dope,

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

Cold to the bone, holdin' my claim / as being dope with the flows n' closest to fame