This is a song about "Fatty"

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

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

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

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

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Sasha's daddy just rolled up another fatty