This is a song about "Your obese"

Leave your running to your mamma,

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

The jiggas and the tips

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Then lost my faith again

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

So we can live again

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Razor grips, laser spit