This is a song about "Fatty girl"

And he, what's his name, earl

Delicate little tan girl

Sasha's daddy just rolled up another fatty

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Why you gotta toy with my emotions, girl?

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

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

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

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