This is a song about "Emily the fat"

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

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

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

I'm sick of ya wack crap, talking shit but the fat stacks

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Attractive as gobstoppers to all the fat moms

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

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

Nigga ain't bad, see, niggas just had

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

Fuck needing the sign of the cross. you just a fat kate moss

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones