This is a song about "Your moms fat"

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

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

Ya plans will surly shatter, your rhymes are pretty fat be mines a little fatter.

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

I made your moms ass rosy

Cause you know your stinking ass is too fat to try to outrun me"

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Beautiful are thou, africa

Brah lynching cuz you're fat like your ma.

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

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

So i can see your fat ass tryna run

Make them more insecure when they caught one