This is a song about "My mad fat diary"

My head's still fuzzy and im still mad

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

That my determination would be driving me mad/

The shit is so bare, my diary aint even hid

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Thats like a fat dude eatin mad food n dying of famine

She said my dick aint fat its just really tall

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Fat bitches be mad cause i told em they should be watchin they figure

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

My rights are protected, let's see who the fat puppet next is