This is a song about "Fat how s"

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

Bring that shit the fuck back

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

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

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

And that´s how it has begun

Bad, just like an 80's car

I guzzle up at the bar