This is a song about "Fat and fluffy"

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

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

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Dependent on if it's hatred or an objective opinion

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

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

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

Yeah you think you're all that cuz your snap back and your fat stack/

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

Wale they call me tiger stripes

I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note