This is a song about "Fat and thin"

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

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

After he just got out, 15 years to count

That fat ass looks juicy and round

Fat bastard ill shackle ya/and rattle ur chains

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

I'm climbing these thin ropes and heightening

I'll be your student loan girl you ain't heard nothing

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

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

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

I be frontinand i'mma drink my hennessey like it ain't nothin

People claiming they have us thru thick and thin, i'll kick his shin,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

And there's a thin line between me and my sanity