This is a song about "Andrews porridge"

Simple bar spitting then going home

Put my number in your phone

Ses starter main pudding,

Gin makes me sin

I'll eat a rap for breakfast, fuckin wreck it then i burp and belch

Off track and lately i'm on edge, may be back but nearly fallin off the ledge

And suddenly you don't seem nearly as tempting for pudding

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Waiting for me to raise the bar

See, i like the person that you are

Im raisin the bar, ya gna be needing a neck noose,

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

She was wet off the bat

My president is black

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

But you insist on going bar for bar, that'd be