This is a song about "Your moms fat"

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

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

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Sprung from your moms bum, oh and bang it like a tin dong,

Niggas will find a way to tweak it till the art's gone

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

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

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

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch

Damn skippy, a nigga getting bitches

You cant get your fat head round this.

I remember waking to my moms

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots