This is a song about "Short and fat"

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Lifes to short and fast its like our minds are getting intruded

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

We can all chill and smoke on a fat blunt

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Fat bastard ill shackle ya/and rattle ur chains

I can always depend on my mama

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

I'm short and sweet, not a fucking sound bite

By any means necessary get campaign right