This is a song about "Fatty"

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Sasha's daddy just rolled up another fatty

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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