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

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

You own and hide it under ya fat stomach

As: i forgot it’s mother’s day

And guess where you are today

You said also i was fat

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

You cant get your fat head round this.

Get my taste from all of my bitches

Hell of a hand without a man, feelin' helpless

Blunt nearly as fat as that old bitch precious

And my old hoes are mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings,

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Now hey little mama

Wale they call me tiger stripes

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