This is a song about "Marie gona ist fett"

Yea you know you're gona want it/

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

And your gona want a kiss

Niggas talk with limited service

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

You and give them a little kiss. they like you gona choke, he's

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

Im lying if i think its ever gona change,

But im never gona change

When i pull up in that candy range

Screamin for ya mommy like dat b*tch gona help/

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent