This is a song about "Eatin at wendy s"

S queezys very bold

Women front, they get its cold

Inferior, but i'm nice

It´s the battle of life

That´s when i started to rhyme words at the navy

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

My dick eatin 5 star yo shit eatin from the trash

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

Gods of cold like we eatin ambrosian,

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun