This is a song about "Fresher then you"

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

The more that i recollect, i spit with fresher breath,

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

Frat party rappers im so much "fresher" than

Give us this day, our daily bread

Then it's money you get

And then all the hate takes you

Straight bad bitches i run, through

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Even then you probably had none

Me and you were close back then,

Car seats got screens in them

Then again you might be lying

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Fresher than a item that you find inside a deli,