This is a song about "You are fat and old"

They say we living in troubled times

I'll do a fat line and spit some fat rhymes

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Coroners comfort your mama

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

You was to young a 18 year old

Blunt nearly as fat as that old bitch precious

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

The pains of growing old are physical and mental, true

A shame i gotta put up with her shit just to get you

And don't think what you're old

All this paper i fold