This is a song about "My mad fat diary"

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

Yeah i'm so mad just punched my window,

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

That my determination would be driving me mad/

And i got that bait, they all bad

Did my rap make you mad?

After party crib full of broads all naked

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

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

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

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

But it's still cool just to dream man because

My money stack fat plus i can't turn the swell off