This is a song about "Fat indians"

Gotta make that cash

Fuck me in my fat ass

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

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

Badly company wants her for ad she's too fat

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

So play back... "whoa ho i'll cut your bodily fat!"

We never tattle, let god handle that

At least i aint your mother now shes fuckin fat

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back

I don't care about looks, i don't care if you're fat.

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

And tony jr. said i'm the hope