This is a song about "Being fatef"

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

You're like normal, fuck being normal

I lose my mind for divine oral

I believed in a higher being.

And my wish is to have everything

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Doing work and being progressive, impressive

Or was i just a desolate being

Light skinned women, all sex everything

Yeah i'm cashing out, i'm all madden dog

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

While you were sittin being lame,

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Im tired of being slepted on