Boys City - Fat [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Chorus:

Fat
Stacks
Fans
Bands
Wallets
Pockets
Knowledge
Stomachs

Verse: Shields (2 Cainz/Young Chub)

My wallets not fat
But I got pregnant pockets
My swags so fat
It's coming out my eye sockets
I'm fat
I'm not your average joe
Wobble baby wobble
That's how this beat goes
Fat stacks oozing out my ears
So much fatter than all my peers
I'm grindin
All you hear is gears
You know I'm not talking about my weight
I'm talking bout the moola
You know i like girls that know how to hula
My pockets are deep and wide
Like the great divide
You know imma bout to slide
Right into those DMs
I know that that you are just seeing
If I'm telling the truth about this money
Just saying I'm not actually chubby
I'm just fat
Fatter than I've been
Eating all it up
Like I'm in the Caribbean
Frank Ocean flow
But im straight....thinking about the money
All i do is rap and eat
Not gonna tenderize this rap
Like meat
Shut your mouth this is my world
I know you see my stacks unfurled
Boys City you know we fat
We hit this out the park
Baseball bat
Boys city on the track agh

Chorus:

Fat
Snapbacks
Rims
Girlfriends
Twitter friends
Minivans
Swag
Dads

Verse: Corbs

I’m your BFF, best friend forever man
Or the DFF, designated fat friend
Skipping out on fat camp
Enemy of batman
But I’m not jokin’
Rick Ross on a treadmill, I’m chokin’
On this bogus that you didn’t notice we ferocious
Eat these rappers alive, just snackin’ like hostess treats
Now they in the belly, belly of the freakin’ beast
We the baddest, we the fattest, rappin’ till fat ladies sing
Eatin’ fresh and stayin’ clean, subway keep my wallet fat
5 dollar mean deal, no marathon, not Jared
I was so freakin’ fat didn’t fit baby carriage, not embarrassed
Prolly start datin’ basic fans basically imitate who I am, which is weird cause I’m the man
Stack on my belt but it broke like a rubber band
I’m michael Phelps swimmin’ in my money and my fans
I’m so hot, light a candle, I’m the fire in the mantle, straight up lipid
Money and body thickened flow magic I’m wicken
Blowin’ up like the chick in Willy Wonkas who ate the blueberry
Kiss my donkey man, I’m done I won, I just bee in rap, with my honeys

Chorus:
Albert
Desert rat
Lemonheads
Jelly spread
Vitamins
Violence
Sugar
Boogers