This is a song about "Gildave fat and angry"

I'll do a fat line and spit some fat rhymes

I apologized a trillion times

No matter how angry or sad love and self-respect is what you knew

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

Faces laced and barren with hate, they carry fat baggage

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

You own and hide it under ya fat stomach

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Wonder if they take it all back

That!but i am ugly and fat,

And it just ends up getting her angry so...

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

And sanctified, niggas got they pockets fat, overweight,