This is a song about "Fat chide"

Can't win with a passive attack

Click clack with a switch fat

Pass that, catch back, fast that

You said also i was fat

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Badly company wants her for ad she's too fat

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

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