This is a song about "Ur fat"

Ur havin' a loss cause ur flow is stiff

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Looking at a fat man's dick/

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

Fuck me in my fat ass

So chase the air hide your stash

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

Hey bitch..wats ur name....i forgot ur name...

I'm that extreme, so haters complain