This is a song about "Fat girks and skinny"

See, my bitch is the type of bitch that gotta keep it real

Fat bowels of tree deep, and its too loud to hear

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

You own and hide it under ya fat stomach

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

And man, i'm a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half

Vicious transmission for my vicious ambition

Goin skinny dippin', and you know we ain't trippin'

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

Got the vans on, plaid shirt and some skinny jeans,

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats