This is a song about "I love fat wome"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Could never get a girl to love him, too much fat on his belly

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Man, no ones gonna vote when they hear that, i guess i gotta use em fat,

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

And when she not, have her feeling like she on a boat

Look, i tried to call it quits

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

Young and dumb, or even old and stupid

Back when i was jus a lil fat kid

Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn

I starved while y'all got fat, well now it's my fuckin' turn