This is a song about "Big balling but still money hungry"

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

But still hungry you remain until you crush another jaw,

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

Thomas, clay aiken no gay shit, ass naked

Young money shit, me and lil wayne too big

Hands on the pump, makem jump when its cocked backfuckem all they're bitches inside a world of weak

A addiction to feed with no #money even to eat but still manage to #keep,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Other rhymers, you, big timers and who knows but it still flows...

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

You need to stick to balling

This rap is a snack, hungry for more, looking for a big mac

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

But i'm fuckin' hungry so every track i make's a meow mix.