This is a song about "Fat and black"

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Blood stainin black and white tops

Pick his fat ass up, and drag that fag into the kitchen

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

We can all chill and smoke on a fat blunt

I drive that all around

That fat ass looks juicy and round

Fat bastard ill shackle ya/and rattle ur chains

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

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

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

And every night would swallow a big fat sausage meat pita

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