This is a song about "Emily the fat"

Hate me if you want to but always remember this

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

A nigga pull the thing on ya'll, ya'll stain ya'll draws

Fuck needing the sign of the cross. you just a fat kate moss

Throwin up the tre got a fat ass in my way

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play

And i ain't talking rap, man, i'm coming up this road

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

You, you, you have to pay for that

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

Throwing big dogs like clippers, no emily elizabeth

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

Attractive as gobstoppers to all the fat moms

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

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

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes