This is a song about "Fat ass gabriella"

Ho, ho, goes, père noël in his little mufuckin fat ass clothes clothes, so so

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

While your fat ass mother made you babysit

My shit was submarine like, under ship

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

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

That fat ass looks juicy and round

Reason i stuck with the sound

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

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

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

So when you come around here don't be acting silly

Dem gals real shifty, ass fat body skinny,