This is a song about "Your moms fat"

Napalm at your chest- sonnin' cats, to date the moms with the chests

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

And that's action your wack rap pad'll have a fat chance catchin' on that ballot

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

I got the sickest flow, i got your moms seven digits for 1 dollar not a penny mo,

So i can see your fat ass tryna run

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Attractive as gobstoppers to all the fat moms

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

When that money calls i holla back

Jawan harris:have you ever loved someone so bad

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

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

While your fat ass mother made you babysit