This is a song about "Fat heat"

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

This that black elohim anunnaki rap

Have no souls indeed

And you know i got the heat.

They don't hear the bark

Or just a fat ass lard

I don't know defeat

Niggas ain't prepared for heat

All the time with this glock of mines

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

The revolution will proceed

Az is my home and love the heat

You said also i was fat

When love comes callin', don’t look back