This is a song about "Fat men"

Atl was tipping them

Makes me sleep and blown by men.

We are inside looking outward, that's the only way as men

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Lucky seven probably poppa

You said also i was fat

Saying they this and that

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

I fucking hate this job

I rather give you my last to see you live again

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men