This is a song about "Ya fat"

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

I'm sick of ya wack crap, talking shit but the fat stacks

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

The youngest of my mother kids

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

Or just a fat ass lard

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

Pose, click, pose, click

Looking at a fat man's dick/

She always comin back

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

Peel ya entire cap back while my stacks stay fat.