This is a song about "A diss on guy who is fat"

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

Don't assume i'm a bad guy, who gets to decide

We can all chill and smoke on a fat blunt

With such an ugly picture in it and

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

A bigger myth than christ's crucifix my life is a diss

There is no rapper who can diss me

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

The real muscle in the message of that

But im a guy who loves to speak rap

My rights are protected, let's see who the fat puppet next is

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass

Why a black nigga take ass over class