This is a song about "Ur fat"

Fat bastard ill shackle ya/and rattle ur chains

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

While scheming on hits

From ur head n' ur mind,

The revolution has arrived

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

Now ur alone livin with ur parents cause ur fucking show up

Looking at a fat man's dick/

Baby am i slick

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

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

Let ur injuries assure u who served u ur victory

Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat