This is a song about "Fat"

I'll do a fat line and spit some fat rhymes

We will never die, we are forever alive

Because there ain't no coming back from that

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

In their penthouse suite, where they spend their days getting fat

Bitch so fat she didnt even know it

Y'all similes is literal shit

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Lucky seven probably poppa

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

They bringing me fish and chips

Soon as we start

Or just a fat ass lard