This is a song about "Fat fuck jeremiah"

Tallk about pussy, which is fat

There's crack, there's crack

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

In their penthouse suite, where they spend their days getting fat

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

I don't care about looks, i don't care if you're fat.

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

In the house, holla back

You said also i was fat

Joeamam a big fat fan

Well goddamn, now i be the man

And i got that bait, they all bad

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

The youngest of my mother kids

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets