This is a song about "Fat thug"

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

Wale they call me tiger stripes

I'm everything that they call nice

We all just victims of that thug life

Sky high, iced out paradise

My balls die for the thug life

When a thug cries and it only happens

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

May just gon' bring hobo back

That!but i am ugly and fat,

I need a backyard full court size

Victims of that thug life