This is a song about "Fat max"

My lyrics are ill to the max that's why they've thrown up,

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

Click clack with a switch fat

You, you, you have to pay for that

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Yh, we do it air max,on the ankles/

Fuck me in my fat ass

And when it come to the cash

We can never be friends

Trying to get max strength

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

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

Tallk about pussy, which is fat