This is a song about "Diss track on fat people with goggles"

There's crack, there's crack

Click clack with a switch fat

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

His blunder was misshapen, try stay on track

So they taught me to spray

How i cruise it with a fat jay

This is why her nigga mad

I started out goin soft on the track

She was wet off the bat

But time to get on track

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

So you drop a diss on a disk that you expect people to slip into their cd players

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

Setting people on fire with this inferno

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

Put me on a track i'll rap the microphone with e's (ease)