This is a song about "Richard fat"

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Or just a fat ass lard

Click clack with a switch fat

Whether teddy or pat

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

I'm the motherfucking richard dawkins of rap beef

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

The fence they was on about my rap skills

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets