This is a song about "Birchos fat head"

I don't care about looks, i don't care if you're fat.

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

Or just a fat ass lard

Soon as we start

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Click clack with a switch fat

The door crack, niggas all black

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

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Badly company wants her for ad she's too fat

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

At least i aint your mother now shes fuckin fat

Joeamam a big fat fan

Big shit popping, i'm the man