This is a song about "Fat american"

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

This is what the american government has urged,

My ancestors were brought here on american ships

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Lucky seven probably poppa

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

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

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Tryna stay clear of my foes

And american music shows.

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Maybe then... you will blow up quick like the american centers did

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

I live in the american south with the racial divide,