This is a song about "Fat cash"

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

Cash money, financial

As i light one for ill will

Just put your hand on the glass

Fuck me in my fat ass

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Coroners comfort your mama

You said also i was fat

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Hold it, keep rolling

Cash is overflowing

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Pockets so fat of money there creaming cash rules evrything around me