This is a song about "Tayrons fat"

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

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

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Wolf gang, wolf gang

Joeamam a big fat fan

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

So play back... "whoa ho i'll cut your bodily fat!"

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

I don't care about looks, i don't care if you're fat.

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

So play back... "whoa ho i'll cut your bodily fat!"

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac