This is a song about "Fat id"

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

I don't give damn about grands see my mind's on a grammy

Id rather him rot from within

So if it comes down, may the best man win

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

We will never die, we are forever alive

Cause i knew id make it one day

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday

Speed up, patience, please cause

But i guess id rather be pissed off

Tallk about pussy, which is fat

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

When that money calls i holla back

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

Id laugh like "whats the matter"

Hold up, loud packs like i got cancer