This is a song about "Fat and ugly"

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

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

Now they want me to grease-up, be less african and get amnesia

And every night would swallow a big fat sausage meat pita

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

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Shut yo big fat crusty ignorant lips up and listen

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', this shit real

Fat bowels of tree deep, and its too loud to hear

Faces laced and barren with hate, they carry fat baggage

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

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