This is a song about "My fat belly"

Throwin up the tre got a fat ass in my way

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

Peel ya entire cap back while my stacks stay fat.

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Meanwhile you can stroke my fuckin' belly nigga,

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

My money stack fat plus i can't turn the swell off

As i wrapped a fat zoot commenting on my handiwork

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

I have fat stacks of 200k in my backpack.

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

My rights are protected, let's see who the fat puppet next is