This is a song about "Fat zoots"

Or just a fat ass lard

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

I don't care about looks, i don't care if you're fat.

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

So i guess that's where i hide my things

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

Peel ya entire cap back while my stacks stay fat.

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Coroners comfort your mama

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....