This is a song about "Breakfast nakef"

She leave her hair in the sink

And tell her to make me breakfast

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Never present at breakfast, you just never attended, couldn't digest it.

I eat emcee's like you for breakfast daily,

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

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

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

Not pieces which you had for breakfast

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Shovelin' in my breakfast like i don't care about calories

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze