This is a song about "A pasta eater"

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Yup you got a lot a

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Just a warning not a threat

Im a human meat eater

I thought i recognized her

My all gold rolly or the

Last night i had some dope pasta,

A bunch a singers and sinners

Better yet they work my every nerve

Come to d.c. and i can make you a believer

And a centimeter ain't nothing, you dick eater

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit

Its a challenge breaking a habit