This is a song about "Emily the fat"

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

Mr. piggy, ya fat monster, i think you've fallen in the wrong trap

The bitch is too fucking lousy, the fat bitch eats brownies

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees

Shorty been fly forever, these bitch's parachutes broke

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

My rights are protected, let's see who the fat puppet next is

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

Attractive as gobstoppers to all the fat moms

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Ass fat, tap that put it on the ground

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

Only food accepts the fat kids, got nothing else to run to

It ain't over till the fat lady sings

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience