This is a song about "Zachs fat bitches"

Fat bitches be mad cause i told em they should be watchin they figure

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

At least i aint your mother now shes fuckin fat

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

So here i am at the store for some chips

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

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

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat