This is a song about "Fat whit"

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

At least i aint your mother now shes fuckin fat

Peel ya entire cap back while my stacks stay fat.

So gold albums or not, i did affect rap

Joeamam a big fat fan

I am just a man

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

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

Fuck me in my fat ass

So chase the air hide your stash

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

You said also i was fat

I can always depend on my mama

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....