This is a song about "Fat packi"

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

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

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

That!but i am ugly and fat,

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga

Yo, i'll bet she be back

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

Badly company wants her for ad she's too fat

Luxury life, results living bad

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

Peel ya entire cap back while my stacks stay fat.