This is a song about "Emily the fat"

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Throwin up the tre got a fat ass in my way

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

You're exaggerated fat maybe, join the navy

It ain't over till the fat lady sings

Not king james, these were coke kings

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

Nigga ain't bad, see, niggas just had

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

This battles not over till the fat lady sing

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Cause the head of the game no cheat codes

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

Throwing big dogs like clippers, no emily elizabeth