This is a song about "Fat and furios"

And sanctified, niggas got they pockets fat, overweight,

We up in diamond supply, spending that carat cake

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

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Lucky seven probably poppa

They can’t even come around

That fat ass looks juicy and round

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

And that's action your wack rap pad'll have a fat chance catchin' on that ballot

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip