This is a song about "Fat and black"

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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

With certainty they're slurping meat like fat bitches and sausage links

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

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

And had a good black friday

Im talking fat blunts, and they don't ever stop

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

You own and hide it under ya fat stomach

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Shut yo big fat crusty ignorant lips up and listen

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one