This is a song about "Noah whos fat"

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

And im back and calling shots, calling whos shot

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

I'll do a fat line and spit some fat rhymes

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Any imposter mc whos thinkin its game

Whos ready for the match that they get cracked like liberty bell

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

If you believe then you can achieve

Whos brain seems to burst by the seams

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

So whos yo neighbor? well i know it ain't kobe/

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

On the boards running with the bulls noah,blocked into a coma,