This is a song about "Your moms fat"

Murder bet i wrote her, kudos to the killer

Meanwhile, your moms just lookin for the #highest #bidder

Don't know her name those ain't really important

Now im up here smokin blunts, rubbin your moms cunt

So i can see your fat ass tryna run

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

Like a villain i'm hated

O wait...your moms already did/

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

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

Why haven't you fled, run! your fat #buns gonna be part of my #mac's lunch

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

Brah lynching cuz you're fat like your ma.

But if i threw your fat ass up a hill, you would roll down faster.

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter