This is a song about "Wazeer fat and ugly"

Keep thinkin im a monkey and the situation where in right now can turn ugly

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

And tell the ugly ones, i'm sorry, i've got cheddar to make

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

Im talking fat blunts, and they don't ever stop

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

Faces laced and barren with hate, they carry fat baggage

Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

You own and hide it under ya fat stomach