This is a song about "Fat and black"

Fat bastard ill shackle ya/and rattle ur chains

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

And sanctified, niggas got they pockets fat, overweight,

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

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

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

You own and hide it under ya fat stomach

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga

After he just got out, 15 years to count

That fat ass looks juicy and round

Now they want me to grease-up, be less african and get amnesia

And every night would swallow a big fat sausage meat pita