This is a song about "Fat cheeks"

Spittin rhymes i'm on bros new beats a new girl and she got a couple of cheeks

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

She likes the way it hits her lips

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

And i got cheeks so apple red they'd make her run for the hills,

Cause you're most likely to crash

Fuck me in my fat ass

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

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

Picture me lettin this chump survive

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Pick her up and then i'll let her wiggle them ass cheeks