This is a song about "Morbid obesity"

It ain't about black or white cause we human

The weight came collapsing down like a ton,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Hardest pressure on my shoulders, peep the architecture,

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

Die, it ain't fate that the beast still boast weight

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

My anus is like a tool, such high pressure anal explosion

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

Like taking off a sheer hundred pounds of nothing but weight,

And i could see you coming home after work late

My shoulders have been teared from the weight

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape