This is a song about "Fat how s"

I fucking hate this job

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

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

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

No car key and i mean that

That!but i am ugly and fat,

Work straight out the kitchen

And that´s how it has begun

Now you got me hopped up on that

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Or let the mob handle that

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat