This is a song about "Fat mamma"

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

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Fucked your mamma, covered my dick with a sock

Murdered every bod from my squad

To pete. ganja to marijuana. causing psychodrama when i end the

And beside any implied pride applied, we'll always confide, in you mamma

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

I was only eight when mamma had to move to amsterdam

The door crack, niggas all black

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

I never fit in with them light skins

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

Lucky seven probably poppa

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Leave your running to your mamma,

That's gettin' oldplus with tha drama