This is a song about "Fat vat"

Peel ya entire cap back while my stacks stay fat.

The jager in my cup is licorice black

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

Wale they call me tiger stripes

The street slang i be speakin in code

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

And right before i sew it drown it in the vat of acid,

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

Looking at a fat man's dick/

Tallk about pussy, which is fat

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack