This is a song about "Dat fat juciy botay"

Every day was a saturday, shit

My lyrics move fast. call dat shit "transmit"

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

We got dat guns and flow

You know i be teasing, though

Now hey little mama

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

She ordered dat pastrami on rye

You know i want a piece of that pie

It ain't like that

Click clack with a switch fat

Goddamn, the boy's back

Allah, not even dat

He's all expensive like dat nylon

When you took my hand up so calm