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
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