This is a song about "They say in getting fat"

They say no fighting in da club so i broght my matic

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

Man, no ones gonna vote when they hear that, i guess i gotta use em fat,

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

Faces laced and barren with hate, they carry fat baggage

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

They come pick you up and say jump in the back seat.

Now politicians love the area, they make fat statements,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

I'm a winner, fish in my crib, i got a winter lake

And sanctified, niggas got they pockets fat, overweight,

And most of dem are getting fucked in they ass.

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

They say i'm the one that's in all your nightmares and dreams