This is a song about "A diss track on a fat girl"

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

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

And if they put shit on a track they wouldn't say so/

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

On a pop track, then exploded like i was atomic/

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

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

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

At a track meet and your tryna spit on a whack beat.

Like a racer in the track

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

A whole diss on gays and what they do wrong

We gonna be all the way gone

As i sit back and reminisce memories on a hardcore track

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back