This is a song about "Fat rhymes"

I fucking hate this job

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Luxury life, results living bad

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Looking at a fat man's dick/

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Tallk about pussy, which is fat

You, you, you have to pay for that

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap

So play back... "whoa ho i'll cut your bodily fat!"

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina