This is a song about "Fat mom"

My balance be so tight rope

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Fuck me in my fat ass

Just put your hand on the glass

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Then i will gladly go back to my emo rap

Can't tell mom the same thang

Like as if i didn’t know man

No car key and i mean that

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"

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

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Lucky seven probably poppa

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

It's moe, all i need is more chips

My mom gave me two selections