This is a song about "Your moms fat"

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

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

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

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

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,

I made your moms ass rosy

But am i less holy

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Now im up here smokin blunts, rubbin your moms cunt

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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Brah lynching cuz you're fat like your ma.

You cant get your fat head round this.

No girlfriends, i know a lot of bitches