This is a song about "Emily the fat"

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

All the fat bitches at the bar will probably grab the bill

Need a clear mind cause i been blind, got me goin' down that road

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

Attractive as gobstoppers to all the fat moms

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Make the class supersize but not fat, healthy composition is where its at

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

It ain't over till the fat lady sings

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Emily, fam, and lorenzo

I'mma do this fast or slow

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

No literally, i'm stickin' the cylinder with fake eyes and a fat nose