This is a song about "Fat banyard"

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Click clack with a switch fat

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Coroners comfort your mama

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

At least i aint your mother now shes fuckin fat

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

Joeamam a big fat fan

You gotta let these shits go, man

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

In their penthouse suite, where they spend their days getting fat

February cold as my heart

Or just a fat ass lard