This is a song about "Fatty wop"

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side

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

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Sasha's daddy just rolled up another fatty

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