This is a song about "Fat guy"

Turned into the good guy

And now we high

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Every other guy

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Hear the rambling in the sky

Hopin hes the right guy

Slowly realizing im that guy

These haters hope i hurry up and die

I be ballin, they wonder why

Plant a seed, kiss this guy

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad