This is a song about "Faggot fat kid"

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

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

Wonder if they take it all back

Click clack with a switch fat

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

Faggot you wont have a sign

High heel wearer, hell of a body

You faggot just pretending to be

It's all good, finna dog that

You said also i was fat

Snapple fact: you rather wack

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack