This is a song about "Fat wives"

Try to sleep at night while feeble types in undershirts will beat their wives

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Wives rack with a bottle of jack . this is my air youre breathing, so keep

What transpires since the day the seeds were plantedthe g grew but we knew we'd have a clique

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

Or that the other guys wives spines were discovered all bloodied

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

I used to want to be the messiah of rap

So play back... "whoa ho i'll cut your bodily fat!"

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

That we ain't never had

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Bitch so fat she didnt even know it