This is a song about "Fat and angry"

I speak to cj often and sometimes

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

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

And i hate myself for being angry at someone so tormented,

If you ever feel alone and

We can all chill and smoke on a fat blunt

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Fat bastard ill shackle ya/and rattle ur chains

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Faces laced and barren with hate, they carry fat baggage