This is a song about "Hairy assholes eating a nigger"

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

In a hairy mess, doused with gas, light her dress with matches

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

I ain't had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide (whoops!)

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

A world full of a bunch assholes that spit raw in a booth

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Eating competition like a carnivore three plates deep coming back for more