This is a song about "Diabetic"

Fake rappers stick to me like prosthetics of a diabetic who wanted to look visually aesthetic.

Unforgettable gestures, unmeasurable effort, to pleasure the masses with impeccable work ethic

We vegetables, on them record labels

Like a diabetic eating cream puffs

I got love for bars even though i'm dia-betic!

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

I'm that poetic diabetic i spit sweet try an get it

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit