This is a song about "How fat i am"

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

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

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/

How to top those words he spake, how am i gonna reach my idol, miller, jake?

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

I am going to have to learn how to keep my temper

Whether any weather, nobody doing it better

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

But how long am i supposed to keep it?

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her