This is a song about "Fatter"

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Just to feed his inner cat, his inner batch of unheard raps, getting fatter

But i spit faster than model bitches that never get fatter

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

Cause you be lookin fatter from eatin too many peanut butter pancakes

Just make your way into this beautiful bouquet of razor blades/

Have recently been getting fatter

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Ya plans will surly shatter, your rhymes are pretty fat be mines a little fatter.

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

And fatter till he pops and goes splatter, staggers through the streets with a hammer,