This is a song about "Fat panda"

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

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

Looking at a fat man's dick/

Still listen to big

While scheming on hits

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

In the midst of a fire pit

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

I try to tell them i'm one of the

She michael jackson bad

Click clack with a switch fat

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

So play back... "whoa ho i'll cut your bodily fat!"