This is a song about "You are a child searcing for fat"

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

Life as a child was great but happiness can't be bought for free

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

I speak to cj often and sometimes

A damn star kid fuckin child whos gone wild been sayin it for a while.

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

And i'm still considered a child

Look the mastermind, took the masters mind

Ill put u in a box/like you been abusing a child

I'm abusing the sunshine so i'm technically blind

All i know is i'm a problem child turned foster child

Really though i'm lebron, really don't got my mind

Ya plans will surly shatter, your rhymes are pretty fat be mines a little fatter.

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

I guess now you know what i went through as a child

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind