This is a song about "Fat nigger mo"

Not a nigger, not a blood, never been witht the crips,

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Okay then how bout i go mad and say the waord nigger,

When you thinking about breakfast i'm heating up my dinner

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

She love dat shit, shes begging for mo

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

I chill now...cop a little ice later

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

Mo money mo problems when i get it i'm a pile it up

I make you feel like it is 10 below

I'm stacking dough, ain't gotta sell crack no mo

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Tallk about pussy, which is fat