This is a song about "Sara is fat"

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

Joeamam a big fat fan

Wolf gang, wolf gang

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

Im sayin one night my love is like that

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

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

I'm from the number one place on the map

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina