This is a song about "Fat biys"

At least i aint your mother now shes fuckin fat

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Fuck me in my fat ass

So chase the air hide your stash

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Badly company wants her for ad she's too fat

Looking at a fat man's dick/

Go crazy when she hear music

I like to call that a quick flip

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

You said also i was fat

Ha my mojo back

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

She was wet off the bat

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

You would always go with your biys and leave me on my own,