This is a song about "Fat girl"

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

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

I can always depend on my mama

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

I don't care about looks, i don't care if you're fat.

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

I don't know why i'm even on this track

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

You gotta understand man

Joeamam a big fat fan

Could never get a girl to love him, too much fat on his belly

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free