This is a song about "Fat wives"

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

Future wives and future husbands, yes we were young and

No wonder why when times get hard

Or just a fat ass lard

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Or that the other guys wives spines were discovered all bloodied

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Bitch so fat she didnt even know it

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

I’m a pretty dark person, i’ve though about ending it a million times

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

It's nas, seven hundred wives, king solomon size

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

That!but i am ugly and fat,

All the time with this glock of mines

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