This is a song about "Fat mom"

And i got that bait, they all bad

You said also i was fat

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

All the time with this glock of mines

They be like damn

Joeamam a big fat fan

My sim card's the bomb

Well go cry to your mom

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

Click clack with a switch fat

Bet i'm heavy with that

Maybe we just need to slow

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

So i thanks for my mom

When you took my hand up so calm