This is a song about "Emily the fat"

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

While he lobs corn on the cob up into his fat fuckin' gob

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twentynow they gotta cope

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

This battles not over till the fat lady sing

Folarin said we 6 million and running

Throwing big dogs like clippers, no emily elizabeth

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Where all the raunchy fat white trashy blondes be at

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back