This is a song about "Fat momma"

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

You said also i was fat

One day my momma told me

But five years from now i bet she see

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

Pimpin' this shit up, hittin' ho's, yet respect for my momma.

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

Move on, life goes on, so let's keep goin', momma

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

Can't win with a passive attack

Money long from here to japan

Joeamam a big fat fan

Looking at a fat man's dick/

Small, but you talkin' big