This is a song about "Fat boys fighting over food"

Iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat

Tallk about pussy, which is fat

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

You ain’t rapping you're fighting

Only food accepts the fat kids, got nothing else to run to

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

You just keep on fighting

Why not me the same thing

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Fighting chumps fighting like spartans

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,