This is a song about "Fat beats for your ass peace to masta ace"

Got tired of running from the police

I ain't one to preach a speech calling for peace

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Fuck me in my fat ass

Now that's six cops found on that ground

That fat ass looks juicy and round

Don’t need to shake my ass for you

Mama ain't raise no fool, true