This is a song about "Fat mexicans"

Coroners comfort your mama

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

You said also i was fat

Would you capture it, or just let it slip

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Dropping bombs without the mortars faster than mexicans

She likes the way it hits her lips

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

Times consecutively, from mexicans flexin sexually

Memories of adolescent years, there was unity

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

'cuz we gettin' that work like mexicans,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips