This is a song about "Chubby fatty"

Life's riding on mayo, fatty kid you stay on,

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Succeed indeed im thief in the streets, when im with a bitch its like a fatty

Must be something you want me to see

Sasha's daddy just rolled up another fatty

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

The fatty pork, all hail hell's gate, dreams steamed and glorified,