This is a song about "She has a fat ass"

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Before she sends my ass into heaven with a halo,there won't be a tomorrow

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

But if i threw your fat ass up a hill, you would roll down faster.

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

My heart livin, got silver lining to soft women

Pick his fat ass up, and drag that fag into the kitchen

The anger that she has,

Your life is a product of trash

She has been through a lot of shit. but she's strong, and handled it.

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

Me and my microphone could be one

So i can see your fat ass tryna run

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

But i let off everything i have