This is a song about "Appetite for destructions"

Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear,

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air

They may be big but my appetite is bigger.

So bitch watch your mouth, and wash them dishes after dinner

49. for a reason for treason,

So now she picks up the gun

You can see in my pupils i got the k.o appetite

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

Risking his life for oil, which is nothing to die for

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

Be my mother lover

Except for lucifer,

Gotta satisfy their appetite where they provide

Now turn around and let me see just what you curve like

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

It's nuts, how does he got such an appetite for food rappers