This is a song about "Fat shit"

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Badly company wants her for ad she's too fat

The door crack, niggas all black

Click clack with a switch fat

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

I'm sick of ya wack crap, talking shit but the fat stacks

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

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

I'm from the number one place on the map

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

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Lucky seven probably poppa

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

About some tyga beef shit

Got a fat knot from that rap profit