This is a song about "Beastin and feasting"

Hey, must be the money

Living young and wild and free

We can't catch the beat

And kill yourself and your clique

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

What i do, through and through and

Feasting off wack mc's just waiting till lunch ends

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

And nasty remains and bones

I got alotta phones

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit

Social conditioning and

And the word most important