This is a song about "Breakfast"

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

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

Not pieces which you had for breakfast

Real nigga, that's just how i'm built

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

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

Which spurt blood and turn love to three breakfast courses.

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

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

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

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

So i grab her by the hands and hold her down to the bench

And tell her to make me breakfast

If you feel it, it must be real just