This is a song about "Full of urself"

Snitches here don't got no heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Full of futile exercises, for a future full of bars

This is love, nothing else close

Like a line full of hoes

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

I'm a platter full of odds and ends,

It's a battlejust for tha big money

Full of myself, but still hungry

As i light one for ill will

With a world full of evil

Its always full of horror

All prada, flow is all water