This is a song about "Fat tomatoes"

You, you, you have to pay for that

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Can't seem to find a solid ground

That fat ass looks juicy and round

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

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

But i'm not gonna do that until you begin to pass out

And throw tomatoes, nahh, i was just messing around

She said she's never had a man

Joeamam a big fat fan

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

Because there ain't no coming back from that

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

That's why they can't mess up my flow

Is that why you're so fat rhino