This is a song about "Fat american"

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

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

We've condemned them, locked. in a cell of consumerism,the american dream.

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

I can’t promise this verse will be better than the first

This is what the american government has urged,

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

Know now that i am an american years later isolated

That!but i am ugly and fat,

Because there ain't no coming back from that

This is why her nigga mad

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

Upward mobility's a myth, the american dream we can't reach,

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach