This is a song about "Wallet fat"

Coroners comfort your mama

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

No narcotics in my pockets, only got 1 jackson in my wallet

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

My pockets looking full and my wallet cant be tamed

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

And still make you pay cash from your wallet,

And my momma keep smoking that shit

You better pray for your wallet, i'm coming for your cash

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

Looking at a fat man's dick/

But it seems like a scene outta flick

You said also i was fat

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

This is why her nigga mad