This is a song about "Bon appetite"

They may be big but my appetite is bigger.

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Their appetite at rest

Hold my tears i tried my best

The mastermind, with appetite, a man of style/

Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile

But you cant catch us homie we flipping speed bon bons

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night

I told em once before, demons have an appetite

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

Like trying to sing a bon jovi song without the use of the band.

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

K9's all in the kitchen way before i even heard of mike vick

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

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights