This is a song about "Fat head"

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

All black everthing on some jigga shit

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

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

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

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

Badly company wants her for ad she's too fat

The real muscle in the message of that

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

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back