This is a song about "Fat head"

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

Or just a fat ass lard

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

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

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

In the midst of a fire pit

Lucky seven probably poppa

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

The youngest of my mother kids

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Y'all can't stick to no g code