This is a song about "Fat tramp"

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

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

Fuck me in my fat ass

Got my foot on the gas

They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back

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

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Bitch so fat she didnt even know it

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Fuck that nigga, wolf gang

Joeamam a big fat fan

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

Now, nigga, it’s the prince