This is a song about "Emily the fat"

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

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

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Cause the head of the game no cheat codes

Throwing big dogs like clippers, no emily elizabeth

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

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

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

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