This is a song about "Fat lier"

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Now hey little mama

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

Baby all i do is rap

Bitch so fat she didnt even know it

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

Tallk about pussy, which is fat

You cant get your fat head round this.

Gold bottles, lot of bitches