This is a song about "Full rap"

When i came in like your granddad, with a handbag full of abstract rap crap.

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

This towns full of bull shit

You know, work that

James bond, tom ford outta haute couture

Lets eat and rap with our mouths full,

Hold up, maryland, i am so tour

Lets eat and rap with our mouths full,

Full of futile exercises, for a future full of bars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

So part of the plan

Bases full, i grand slam/

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

Lets eat and rap with our mouths full,