This is a song about "The ass was fat"

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Ass fat, tap that put it on the ground

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

Before i lay down, i thank god for the blessings

It ain't over till the fat lady sings

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Attractive as gobstoppers to all the fat moms

Your life is a product of trash

I was being an ass

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

Ho, ho, goes, père noël in his little mufuckin fat ass clothes clothes, so so

Throwin up the tre got a fat ass in my way

I spend it make it right back on a monday