This is a song about "Fat died"

I sigh, in my heart, a million soldiers just died.

Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Looking at a fat man's dick/

What do you do when the hunger has died?/

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

When we were through my heart just died

My uncle pulled me to the side

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right

Become the greatest rapper since pac died

Story of a young dreamer who was mistook n' then he died...

I just think i need one night, slightly more if it's done right

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

When that money calls i holla back