This is a song about "Your really fat"

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

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

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Like steve i need a clue man your really telling me?

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

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

Your the example of a toy that i really want to dismantle

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Ain't even tryna hold back

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

Brah lynching cuz you're fat like your ma.

They infiltrate our homes, africa

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Thanks but i dont really need your diagnosis