This is a song about "Eat a sick nigga"

But hey yo look, money from across the street

A hundred degrees, i dove in and started to eat

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

You say you got a nigga

Thick lips and a sick class

While i'm rubbing on that ass

Print a receipt out of my ass crack for you to eat.

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

Fuck with me best believe i'm a beast so i'll eat

Now you's a sick lil dude

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

Heard the sound of several gun shots

I got nice hands nigga eat out my palms