This is a song about "Diss track on a fat person called harry"

Flyer than the rest of them

Imma a dangerous person

We can all chill and smoke on a fat blunt

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

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

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

As i sit back and reminisce memories on a hardcore track

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

The tables are turned i can't take this

Spit a poem or a diss

You aint back on track,your murdered on a track

When that money calls i holla back

I couldn't and would never let you on a track bitch,

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Made me a better person

Most of them niggas dumb