This is a song about "Your mama so fat"

So , when mama sees it, she will be honored

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

So play back... "whoa ho i'll cut your bodily fat!"

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

Pops locked up so mama couldn't stop me

I just want somebody i can see

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Your papa your mama should tell you not to miss with me

So play back... "whoa ho i'll cut your bodily fat!"

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

At least i aint your mother now shes fuckin fat

Pockets so fat of money there creaming cash rules evrything around me

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby