This is a song about "Fat peaple"

In their penthouse suite, where they spend their days getting fat

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

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

Fuck wolf gang, fuck what? here let's take a trip

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

You're very attractive, and notice that

At least i aint your mother now shes fuckin fat

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

Quick flipping up sexy back

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

Peel ya entire cap back while my stacks stay fat.