This is a song about "Fat red head"

You said also i was fat

She got something i never had

Give us this day, our daily bread

Watch your body turn indian red,

Covered the room in splattered red,

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Voices in my head ordering me to shed red

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

Ugh, my eyes turn red, my mind feels blown like my bitch is giving head,

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Coroners comfort your mama

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

I put it down your throat

Big and fat, as my big fat oak