This is a song about "It s no ordinary breakfast"

It´s the battle of life

I used to have a nine to five

She leave her hair in the sink

Not pieces which you had for breakfast

But this ordinary shit

I put some cash in ya pocket

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

Shovelin' in my breakfast like i don't care about calories

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Just an ordinary king, forced to put in the key

I eat emcee's like you for breakfast daily,

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Hows it feel to be you? yo no sé

Spending her time with him i guess