This is a song about "My fat belly"

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

My mark starts via a vita to leave a fat dent,

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

To feed my belly i go round town, toastin the semi

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Could never get a girl to love him, too much fat on his belly

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

My pockets fat, still looking for some pants my size

My kick game be making fifa envy

Got so many bars im fat like homers belly

Roll my blunts fat, i'm finna make a million

My talent should take me places i've never been