This is a song about "U fat"

At least i aint your mother now shes fuckin fat

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Peel ya entire cap back while my stacks stay fat.

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Click clack with a switch fat

That moschino shit is so back