This is a song about "Fat cows"

Hoppin' out a van

Joeamam a big fat fan

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

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Badly company wants her for ad she's too fat

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Impeccable give it my note

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

So chase the air hide your stash

Fuck me in my fat ass

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

We laze on the grass like cows and calfs (calves),

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad