This is a song about "Eatin at wendy s"

We eatin an u cleaning all the dishes ass nigga,

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Ma want me to go find a wife

It´s the battle of life

Eatin niggas, killin niggas, makin dope music.

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

Gods of cold like we eatin ambrosian,

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

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

And throw up the diamond sign, boy you know i'mma shine

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.