This is a song about "Eating asshole"

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

Bi-annual, that asshole, nah i'm glad though

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Eating like muhammad ali after ramadan

Asshole flowers, going home

Stop blowing up my cellphone

It's apart of her goal

Down my head, chest, and asshole,

So i'm gonna keep making, smoking and eating,

And so it's back to mcdonald's and every month dealing

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

You asshole rappers spittin shit in the booth

Rhymes i shot up your asshole.

Timmy got his bike stole

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Bi-annual, that asshole, nah i'm glad though