This is a song about "Fat chide"

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

I never fit in with them light skins

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

This a lil change trick

Looking at a fat man's dick/

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

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Fuck me in my fat ass

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

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

I'mma sign that work and release that

Tallk about pussy, which is fat

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Big and fat, as my big fat oak