This is a song about "Sara is fat"

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Make the class supersize but not fat, healthy composition is where its at

She was wet off the bat

Click clack with a switch fat

This is why her nigga mad

You said also i was fat

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

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

Mentally he's less than me, and i'm guessing sweet as sara lee

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

In their penthouse suite, where they spend their days getting fat

Is that why you're so fat rhino

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show