This is a song about "Fat bates"

Coroners comfort your mama

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

So play back... "whoa ho i'll cut your bodily fat!"

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

We go skate, rape sluts and eat donuts from randy

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

At least i aint your mother now shes fuckin fat

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

Joeamam a big fat fan