This is a song about "Fat diss"

You're obsolete, i don't even need to diss you, you diss yourself.

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

You said also i was fat

Sneak up on attack

Click clack with a switch fat

Yo, i'll bet she be back

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

Y’all rambling, talking shit to these bitches

Spit a poem or a diss

They talk say cool jew na the man

Joeamam a big fat fan

Don't diss albert einstein mind.

For that paper, i'mma grind