This is a song about "Fat gu"

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Peel ya entire cap back while my stacks stay fat.

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Or let the mob handle that

Click clack with a switch fat

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Tallk about pussy, which is fat

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre