This is a song about "Breakfast nakef"

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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

Not pieces which you had for breakfast

She'll tae kwon do anythin' that we mentioned

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Which spurt blood and turn love to three breakfast courses.

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

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

And tell her to make me breakfast

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

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

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

Regardless to all them, i appease her

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner