This is a song about "Girls with fat asses"

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

We won't do shit for it, lay back on our asses with child deaths imminent/

Faces laced and barren with hate, they carry fat baggage

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

And all they wanna do is be with me, even my mates girls

With certainty they're slurping meat like fat bitches and sausage links

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

And as for us, we was different though. things have gotten difficult

We won't do shit for it, lay back on our asses with child deaths imminent/

Noise like lil girls with curls n clips

While scheming on hits

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,