This is a song about "Fat and furios"

You own and hide it under ya fat stomach

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

New canvas she need a new stroke

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

2 shades from the color graymy kick game so unreal

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

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

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

Faces laced and barren with hate, they carry fat baggage

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

No literally, i'm stickin' the cylinder with fake eyes and a fat nose