This is a song about "You fat"

And yeah i know i'm from compton, cali

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

Got my foot on the gas

Fuck me in my fat ass

Snitches here don't got no heart

Or just a fat ass lard

I can't see your album coming, that shit's like a sucker punch

Why haven't you fled, run! your fat #buns gonna be part of my #mac's lunch

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

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

I stack racks fat you haters pockets petite.

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

You fuckers hella fat, like whales imma bout to beach you

While your fat ass mother made you babysit

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that