This is a song about "Fat monkey"

I know what you do with that

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

I sip the forty ounces, and mix that shit like brass monkey,

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Joeamam a big fat fan

They talk say cool jew na the man

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

So here i am at the store for some chips

Fuck me in my fat ass

No one-half and i hate math

Or just a fat ass lard

No wonder why when times get hard

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

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

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty