This is a song about "Fat somalian"

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Fuck what they say and get your dough nigga

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

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

At least i aint your mother now shes fuckin fat

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

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

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

Now you got me hopped up on that

Bitch so fat she didnt even know it

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

You, you, you have to pay for that