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

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

I gotta do it for my peoples with a child that's famished

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

My mind is breaking gotta care for a child no one spares you a mile

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

You ain't an mcee when you are opening a rhyming dictionary for free searching for some lyrics

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

You ain't an mcee when you are opening a rhyming dictionary for free searching for some lyrics

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

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

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

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