This is a song about "Fat mexicans"

Dropping bombs without the mortars faster than mexicans

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

So play back... "whoa ho i'll cut your bodily fat!"

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Just take control if you can

Joeamam a big fat fan

Tallk about pussy, which is fat

Or let the mob handle that

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

'till like illegal mexicans in texas, bitch we'll break borders,

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

I can always depend on my mama