This is a song about "Fat kid called brendan"

While scheming on hits

Theyre called chains and rings

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

That moschino shit is so back

Lucky seven probably poppa

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

They called my effort bullshit

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back