This is a song about "Fatty"

The fatty pork, all hail hell's gate, dreams steamed and glorified,

Shawty where your baton, racing through my mind like

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Succeed indeed im thief in the streets, when im with a bitch its like a fatty

Life's riding on mayo, fatty kid you stay on,

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny

Sasha's daddy just rolled up another fatty