This is a song about "Fat friend"

Put your faith in christ my friend

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

Looking at a fat man's dick/

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

She likes the way it hits her lips

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

Friend after friend left me

And niggas flashing crazy

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

So gold albums or not, i did affect rap

Skin tone i wish i could take it back

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

I'll never be your best friend