This is a song about "Wazeer fat and ugly"

Fat bastard ill shackle ya/and rattle ur chains

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Be woken up and face it, that y'all got ugly faces

We can all chill and smoke on a fat blunt

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

Upgraded to fat joe and i strap yo bitch to the back of my car,

I'm tryna find myself, i'm searchin deep for kendrick lamar

Shut yo big fat crusty ignorant lips up and listen

She vying for number one, tryna be number one