This is a song about "Fat vat"

Or just a fat ass lard

Snitches here don't got no heart

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

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

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

Like a mouse versus a big fat elephant

Secret society all we ask is trust

Crazy talking and foolish

You cant get your fat head round this.

Fuck me in my fat ass

No one-half and i hate math