This is a song about "How fat i am"

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

I am not a terror is but i know how to write this horror

So, they hate and they say

How i cruise it with a fat jay

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

After these, how can i hate that you're confused on who i am; when even more i

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

Now how am i supposed to repent when evil is what i represent

Nobody knows how alone i really am

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man

How the fuck am i supposed to bake them a cake then?

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

How am i blind yet i can spot exactly where to drop some bombs,