This is a song about "Fat propl"

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

At least i aint your mother now shes fuckin fat

Bitch so fat she didnt even know it

About some tyga beef shit

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Lucky seven probably poppa

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

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

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

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

Tallk about pussy, which is fat

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

I can get straight to the cash

Fuck me in my fat ass