This is a song about "You fat cunt"

But im still the sickest an the cunt you wish you could spit with

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Cause no matter what i wont get back up on my feet you ruined me you fucking cunt

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

I stack racks fat you haters pockets petite.

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

Yeah you think you're all that cuz your snap back and your fat stack/

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

You fuckers hella fat, like whales imma bout to beach you

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

You know you're a cunt

But nah, he is quite different

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Fuck off stop bullshittin you silly cunt it dont get it out

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

Bad guy give you a fat eye in a fast time