This is a song about "Babies with objects in their mouths"

Maybe i can teach these lazy babies to stop making their zany raps

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Lying dead with my name carved in their arm with a swastika

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

I leave this and hope god see my heart is pure

Lets eat and rap with our mouths full,

Lets eat and rap with our mouths full,

Kick game henry bitch, bonjour

Im all up in they mouths like im the fucking business

Two lips blowin' kisses, muah to my mistress

Lets eat and rap with our mouths full,

James bond, tom ford outta haute couture

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

Lets eat and rap with our mouths full,

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

Abortion clinics, babies dead in the womb//