This is a song about "Breakfast cereal"

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses

Which spurt blood and turn love to three breakfast courses.

And if i pour some alize in my cereal,

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I watch television and eat my cereal for about a half hour

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Red alert bitch! i eat niggas like cereal.

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Almost like finding all marshmallows in a box of lucky charms cereal.

Paper's with kush by the bush that has a major stench

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

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

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think