This is a song about "Fatter"

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

Quit trying it seems you're only getting fatter

And served it to the public on a silver platter

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Have recently been getting fatter

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Fuck wolf gang, fuck what? here let's take a trip