This is a song about "Fat heafs"

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

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

At least i aint your mother now shes fuckin fat

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Then i will gladly go back to my emo rap

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

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

Peel ya entire cap back while my stacks stay fat.