This is a song about "Fat goths called kerry"

So i guess that's where i hide my things

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

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

Picture me lettin this chump survive

Loser fat weirdo freak i've been called a disgrace

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Yeah, the kid in this thang

Joeamam a big fat fan

While scheming on hits

Theyre called chains and rings

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Theres nothing called mission abort

The crown ruler is back

Click clack with a switch fat