This is a song about "Fat people who look like a hamster"

That the people who can't earn a dime can't have a rhyme,

And throw up the diamond sign, boy you know i'mma shine

People look at me as a kid that only writes.

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

People look at my like i am a mental case

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

Quality a gift to the people who are worthy for blessings

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Of people who will chop me up like slaughterhouses

With such an ugly picture in it and

Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast

Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

They getting nice, they got some ice

Who's pockets look fat just like her big ole thighs