This is a song about "Morgans fat ass"

But if i threw your fat ass up a hill, you would roll down faster.

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

Throwin up the tre got a fat ass in my way

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Around my way, i'm cut throat

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

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

Try to jack and i will attack

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

If you want it, pursue it!we can handle the shit

While your fat ass mother made you babysit

Dem gals real shifty, ass fat body skinny,

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see