This is a song about "Im fat and ugly"

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Even though im ugly, no seriously they love me

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

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

Iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Fat bowels of tree deep, and its too loud to hear

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Lucky seven probably poppa

When im rubbing that big fat award in there face

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Be woken up and face it, that y'all got ugly faces

I'll be game relatedgot me strivin' for a million

Pick his fat ass up, and drag that fag into the kitchen