This is a song about "Fat joey"

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Some of the fat dick, nigga dont trip

So get up off that slave ship

At least i aint your mother now shes fuckin fat

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Fuck me in my fat ass

No one-half and i hate math

I bet you hear that white music

Looking at a fat man's dick/

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Lucky seven probably poppa

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

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back