This is a song about "Fat cole"

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

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

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

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

So chase the air hide your stash

Fuck me in my fat ass

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

The real muscle in the message of that

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Or just a fat ass lard

Let me breathe hard like it was hard