This is a song about "Fat child"

Thank god for the free thinkers, for you keep me in mind

All i know is i'm a problem child turned foster child

So i started goin' wild like a steel jungle child,

One day at a timeshe the one? never mind

It's all for the thought of havin' more than required

Candy on my skull can call me a child

No time for the chick who fucked the whole mankind

Fucking up your mind thinking i'm the worst child

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

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

And i'm still considered a child

For that paper, i'mma grind