This is a song about "Fat and furios"

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

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

The street slang i be speakin in code

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

I can always depend on my mama

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Faces laced and barren with hate, they carry fat baggage

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

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

We can all chill and smoke on a fat blunt

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

Im talking fat blunts, and they don't ever stop