This is a song about "Your so fat"

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

Ya girls arse so fat i wunt even slap it,

Cause you know your stinking ass is too fat to try to outrun me"

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

At least i aint your mother now shes fuckin fat

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

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Ho, ho, goes, père noël in his little mufuckin fat ass clothes clothes, so so

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

And that's action your wack rap pad'll have a fat chance catchin' on that ballot

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Your mama's so fat that she weighs a ton!/

Grab a nigga and take me to heaven

While your fat ass mother made you babysit

Cause now you got me hopped up on that