This is a song about "Fat ass mom"

Because there ain't no coming back from that

While your fat ass mother made you babysit

So i can see your fat ass tryna run

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Y'all can't stick to no g code

Well go cry to your mom

Tats no dey for my arm

Click clack with a switch fat

So i'm one with that

No tats dey for my arm

So i thanks for my mom

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

Yo poor ass probably live with your mom in a shack

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad