This is a song about "You fat"

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

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

Yeah you think you're all that cuz your snap back and your fat stack/

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Snapple fact: you rather wack

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

But if i threw your fat ass up a hill, you would roll down faster.

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

You cant get your fat head round this.

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

I stack racks fat you haters pockets petite.

Or just a fat ass lard

Know give me a head start

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

And this baby daddy, is new to the family