This is a song about "Fat and ginger"

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

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

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

I'll do a fat line and spit some fat rhymes

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

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

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

You a retarded ginger piss me off ill fuck up your shit

Fuck what they say and get your dough nigga

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

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

Faces laced and barren with hate, they carry fat baggage

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch