This is a song about "Fat bitchez"

Wale they call me tiger stripes

I'll do a fat line and spit some fat rhymes

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Insubordinate for good reason

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

My bitchez. all down to fuk.weed so loud..

My tires align with the play, but the times out

Cause we been off them slave ships

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

You said also i was fat

Lucky seven probably poppa

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....