This is a song about "Fat nash"

So here i am at the store for some chips

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

The fence they was on about my rap skills

I don't care about looks, i don't care if you're fat.

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

This is why her nigga mad

Tallk about pussy, which is fat

Where the black girls get their weaves back

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa