This is a song about "After eating lunch we jump in the backseat and fuck"

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

After eating burgers and chips

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

Jump in the saddle and rattle off another rap again.

Go where you ain't been

Knocked out in the lunch in

I jump in the scene and be a hit in one week, i'll prove it

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

Sign a cdbut right now, does it look too shabby, t?look down can't even see my feet

And he just fell asleep in his car eating three musketeers in the rear seat

Jump up in the whip then, turn it on, and blast the music,

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

Fuck the cash we going after ya ass man ya life's a stake

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

Pussy what i be eating for lunch brunch and dinner,

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer