This is a song about "My fat knob"

Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind

Raps as fat as thunder thighs, yet my cash is undersized

This a different motor man better go to work

As i wrapped a fat zoot commenting on my handiwork

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

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

And i'm so fly i make some homebodies ?? leave the luggage

Why haven't you fled, run! your fat #buns gonna be part of my #mac's lunch

Shame on ya'll, you tryna ball with the game on pause

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

Fuck me in my fat ass

Just put your hand on the glass

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,