This is a song about "Emily the fat"

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

No, just put us on death row

Emily, fam, and lorenzo

Now politicians love the area, they make fat statements,

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

This battles not over till the fat lady sing

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

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

My money stack fat plus i can't turn the swell off

Or shift keys or it i placement cause