This is a song about "Fat niggers"

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

I've been putting on mass like all these niggers here to worship.

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

I can get straight to the cash

Fuck me in my fat ass

Click clack with a switch fat

May just gon' bring hobo back

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

For every niggers who died protesting through the streets