This is a song about "Fat and thin"

To my homie charles bronson cause we been through thick and thin

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

But theres one thin line between love and hate

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

To pour lava on your own mama and snap your thin throats

That fat ass looks juicy and round

My niggas clownbring a pound

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

We can all chill and smoke on a fat blunt

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin