This is a song about "Fat and furios"

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

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

And sanctified, niggas got they pockets fat, overweight,

I think i'm koko b. ware, you just a bird babe

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

You own and hide it under ya fat stomach

Mortal kombat, my shit is beyond rap

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

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

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

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

And i got that drive and she just might crash

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

We can all chill and smoke on a fat blunt

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different