This is a song about "Fat people die"

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

A bystandered made die

Joeamam a big fat fan

Just take control if you can

Damn is your mattress dry

Who watched his father die

Tallk about pussy, which is fat

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

For people to die, because no money is sent?

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Hesitant with my mind, i'll awaken the people, be persistent till i die

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry