This is a song about "Breakfast"

And tell her to make me breakfast

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

I eat emcee's like you for breakfast daily,

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Which spurt blood and turn love to three breakfast courses.

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

The baddest of the bunch i'm eating rappers up for breakfast

She'll tae kwon do anythin' that we mentioned

Not pieces which you had for breakfast

Break bread hold the flour eat my breakfast but never toast to cowards,

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Top of the food chain, devouring mc's for breakfast

I can't control my rage,cause i still tied with my pledge

I'll eat a rap for breakfast, fuckin wreck it then i burp and belch