This is a song about "Fat gu"

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

Badly company wants her for ad she's too fat

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

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Your life is a product of trash

Fuck me in my fat ass

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Coroners comfort your mama

Like a mouse versus a big fat elephant

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

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

I'll do a fat line and spit some fat rhymes

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

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