This is a song about "Fat brandon"

This maze i'm in amazes me at times

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

Joeamam a big fat fan

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

In their penthouse suite, where they spend their days getting fat

I don't care about looks, i don't care if you're fat.

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

Peel ya entire cap back while my stacks stay fat.

Where the black girls get their weaves back

You said also i was fat

Or just a fat ass lard

No gimmick: real time, real heart