This is a song about "Fatty mama"

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

Cocky as fuck but i'm unloved by my own mama,

Sasha's daddy just rolled up another fatty

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

I use yo mama as a waitress,

Are almost as old as yo mama

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Put my number in your phone

Who will help mama, who, bliss blown.

I try to tell them i'm one of the

I give two shits about yo mama

Cause i can't seem to feel myself

Texting my mama current self