This is a song about "Emily the fat"

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

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

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

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Upgraded to fat joe and i strap yo bitch to the back of my car,

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Then some lady named billie holiday

Throwin up the tre got a fat ass in my way

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

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Now politicians love the area, they make fat statements,