This is a song about "Fatty matty"

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

My boy matty p's ferocity speaks prophecy

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Sasha's daddy just rolled up another fatty

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

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

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

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

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