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

Thinking they murder the beat on a violent track,

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

Come on girl, lets take a drive downtown

My bitch hustle hard and hold a nigga down

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

We will never die, we are forever alive

And i can't help but notice

Spit a poem or a diss

A cannibal back on track hungry for some action

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

If i bleed on a beat, i got greed for a track

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Like a racer in the track

We can all chill and smoke on a fat blunt

You couldn't live your life for the moment