This is a song about "Fatty"

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

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

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

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

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Sasha's daddy just rolled up another fatty

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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