This is a song about "Fat and fluffy"

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

Can’t take no more of your shit cause i can do better without you

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

Nigga there is a difference between bitches and real women

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

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Faces laced and barren with hate, they carry fat baggage

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

If that bitch don't like you, she gonna tell you how she feel

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