This is a song about "Fat puerto rican"

Cause i break it out a lot

Blacks, whites, and puerto rocs, poor or not,

When love comes callin', don’t love back

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

Joeamam a big fat fan

I gotta question for you man

Lucky seven probably poppa

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Im from puerto rico

Although thought that we would grow

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

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

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

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad