This is a song about "Wazeer fat and ugly"

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass

Fat bastard ill shackle ya/and rattle ur chains

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

No reason to be around

That fat ass looks juicy and round

And i could see you coming home after work late

And sanctified, niggas got they pockets fat, overweight,

Its okay she fucking ugly

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

With certainty they're slurping meat like fat bitches and sausage links

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

You own and hide it under ya fat stomach

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

Pick his fat ass up, and drag that fag into the kitchen