This is a song about "Fat mom with big titties"

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

With certainty they're slurping meat like fat bitches and sausage links

Aint cause its big, but its fat like jonah

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

Faces laced and barren with hate, they carry fat baggage

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Mom keep my house fully stocked with candy

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

If i suck titties and do lines with dead whitney!

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

Dozens of fat kids layin' around, mother with them by their side

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

I mean big ole titties, the void in my minds back,

So that's 2 mistakes 1 big headache and 1 sorry mom cake to bake

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade