This is a song about "Fatter"

But i spit faster than model bitches that never get fatter

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

They go from dump truck slackers to uncle buck, but fatter

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

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

You never play with young boys cause they never private

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Have recently been getting fatter

How the fuck a deal matter

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

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