This is a song about "Fat and black"

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

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

And every night would swallow a big fat sausage meat pita

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Middle finger up, give a fuck how they feel

Fat bowels of tree deep, and its too loud to hear

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Blood stainin black and white tops

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Faces laced and barren with hate, they carry fat baggage

I speak to cj often and sometimes

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