This is a song about "Fat and fluffy"

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

Chain, and not two, unlike that fat guy without a brain but a birthday crew.

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

Faces laced and barren with hate, they carry fat baggage

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

We can all chill and smoke on a fat blunt

Upgraded to fat joe and i strap yo bitch to the back of my car,

I'm tryna find myself, i'm searchin deep for kendrick lamar

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

Make it home round some like 6, to eat well and get fat on some pun-type shit

That fat ass looks juicy and round

Ride him all around, when he hits the ground

I stared death in the eyes a couple times

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