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

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

You aint back on track,your murdered on a track

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

Bout to snap like i own this track, watch this diss overlap pass yo own crap

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Bored, broken but back on track. its what i'm provin' with rap.

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Setting people on fire with this inferno

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

How can i portray this

Cause you are on the diss,

Yo its d new kid with this track

To get them niggas while they laid back