This is a song about "Fat goths called kerry"

Theyre called chains and rings

Been spending most our lives

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

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

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

Until i was called upon again,

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

On top of that, i’m broke

All green nigga pick six

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

There's one called christianity

Oh girl now don't be silly