This is a song about "Bon appetite"

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Youve satisfied my appetite, you da type, i could wife,

The mastermind, with appetite, a man of style/

You never tire, might as well as inspire

Their appetite at rest

Never ever pay rent

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

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

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

Gotta satisfy their appetite where they provide

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

She brought you in this world so i'mma sex her right

I told em once before, demons have an appetite

I got the appetite to blast the mic and use crap rappers as a sacrifice

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies