This is a song about "Your moms so fat"

On they twitter writing novels, see

I made your moms ass rosy

Call your moms, tell her to plan yer burial

Ha, running rebel on another level

Cause i been drinkin till the point that i'm a dizzy rap

At least i aint your mother now shes fuckin fat

Shopping i’ll be in paris

You cant get your fat head round this.

A washed up queer licking tampoons out your moms

I'm too explosive for your ears like i'm throwing bombs

You gon' need a couple stars to get your first victor

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

I'll never be retro like a cool kid

O wait...your moms already did/

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

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