Yea I’m fat the man Aka I’m dirty Dan Always keep that master plan Keeep a Glock on me like fucking Stan In her dreams Peter Pan Watch how a young nigga go beat a pan Chop stick kick just like Jackie Chan Yo bitch cheer me on like a fan Tell them boys up the score Cuz I know mines gone slide for show Born and raised in 864 where nigga coming for that dough Late night come through kick yo door So you better pay what you fucking owe For I lock it back and let blow If you want sum more just let me know Come and shop it’s cop go These bitches really snakes And these niggas really fake All about My fucking cake When I wake up all I think is bake She say she a pit come make it shake