This is a song about "Sick fat cow"

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Can't tell you where the bacon is, but the beef's on the cow

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Beef i pass em a cow /hijack an airplane

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking funny now

I'll cook it up and stir it 'till i crack and then i'll have a cow,

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Fuck me in my fat ass

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

I'm sick of ya wack crap, talking shit but the fat stacks

Rocking on the beats like i'm tryna tip a cow

They can't deal with me, i got a deal now