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

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Don’t need to shake my ass for you

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

But if i threw your fat ass up a hill, you would roll down faster.

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

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

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

I don't know why i'm even on this track

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

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

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

To the beats which i've ridden from this brittle prison that i lived in for days

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

Or just a fat ass lard

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard