This is a song about "Fat catcher"

My all gold rolly or the

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Ya'll don't even know the name of my flip

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

So play back... "whoa ho i'll cut your bodily fat!"

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

It's moe, all i need is more chips

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Peel ya entire cap back while my stacks stay fat.

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

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

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

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back