This is a song about "Fat ads"

At least i aint your mother now shes fuckin fat

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

That's what rains for

Ads, the texas ranger,

Joeamam a big fat fan

You gotta understand man

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

You're exaggerated fat maybe, join the navy

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

Ads played through him like cards in a deck

Or let the mob handle that

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

Collection of freestyles that i just want to make

And sanctified, niggas got they pockets fat, overweight,