This is a song about "Fat kid diss sucks"

This is what - your style? yeah, well it sucks

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Freestyle but that fuckin' rap you wrote, it sucks,

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

No one seems to understand my struggles, troubled and it sucks,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Shout out my nigga miles

For all you that say my grammar sucks

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

I ain't the kid you wanna go and diss when you suck

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

So since i rolled you kid and smoked you in this diss just be scared