This is a song about "Fat moms"

Lucky seven probably poppa

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

Pass that, catch back, fast that

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Still living home with ya moms/

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

I remember waking to my moms

And moms, she raised me well...

Shows to do, got record to sell

My moms turn-for-the-worst are turntables/

Now momma told me be careful who you love

That!but i am ugly and fat,

Ain't even tryna hold back

Same thing with this music

Looking at a fat man's dick/