This is a song about "Fat black guy"

Top dropped down, black on black

Where the black girls get their weaves back

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Twist another fat sack bout to scorch my lungs black (whys that)

* amalgam digital download bonus track

Im just that type of guy

Hear the rambling in the sky

A black guy in a suit, i could tell he was obama

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Floating through the sky with the random black guy high as fuck

Chain, and not two, unlike that fat guy without a brain but a birthday crew.

I love my onesand now i put blood on yousnatch money from you

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

Well, i can handle that