This is a song about "I m fat aaron"

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Higher than a vanilla sky, float by you

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

Evidence shades man they go for six forty

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets