This is a song about "Zach is chubby"

Is she happy is she angry or confused

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,

Below me, is where you's rappers reach is/

The tables are turned i can't take this

Cause this album pack enough evil

Inspiration is survival.

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

This is not fake it it is reality

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

Just wondering where church is