This is a song about "Thomas fat kid"

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of saint thomas, though this ain't

Tallk about pussy, which is fat

You, you, you have to pay for that

Like #thomas #the #engine, 'n' if you play back, you'll get run over

Never will you survive if you ever rhyme for a poser

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

See i let my nigga split that

When that money calls i holla back

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

Looking at a fat man's dick/

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

No stress battling cos you copy shit, but i'm original, invent it like thomas jefferson/