This is a song about "Your fat mother"

Oops, well the door slammed, laylow? how's your mother?

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

Come there, if your mother is around

Is written in our souls, africa

Brah lynching cuz you're fat like your ma.

Did your mother tell you that

I don't want it on my back

While your fat ass mother made you babysit

Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip

I'm always cheesin', smile for a reason

So i can see your fat ass tryna run

So play back... "whoa ho i'll cut your bodily fat!"

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular

Liked by none, bad enough you still live with your mother