This is a song about "Fat phillip mclean"

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

At least i aint your mother now shes fuckin fat

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

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

When love comes callin', don’t look back

Click clack with a switch fat

Like a mouse versus a big fat elephant

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

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

You said also i was fat

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

Mortal kombat, my shit is beyond rap