This is a song about "Fat mrs bond"

It's all good, finna dog that

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

Show you my gold middle finger; james bond visiting

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

Tallk about pussy, which is fat

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

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

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

Lucky seven probably poppa

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

Your boy like it was bond tailored.

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

Got ray bans on call me james bond