This is a song about "Fat dude name damon with pimples"

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

With my name on em, that’s a shame

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

Faces laced and barren with hate, they carry fat baggage

Lying dead with my name carved in their arm with a swastika

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Speaking your name with every lap finished

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

Sittin on a tree above your tombstone marked with your name

The dude that your with is only a bitch nigga so let him be

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

Too damn late. scratched with claws just cause i use the name.

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came