This is a song about "My fat belly"

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

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Around my way, i'm cut throat

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

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

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

See her man face-to-face through the glass

My mark starts via a vita to leave a fat dent,

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

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

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle

I like my pussies tighter than a fat bitch in a girdle