This is a song about "Fat losers"

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Predictin' the system's future, these rappers are distant losers,

Just put your hand on the glass

Fuck me in my fat ass

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

A squad of ignorant losers chilling at a park,

Never seen a creator consulting his users all the others are faggots, all the others are losers

Your mother was a baby boomer i fucked her on a table at hooters and passed her to my shooters

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

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

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black