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

And now these geechi mother f-ckers all know my name

A flow as ordinary as my punches mundane,

Hows it feel to be you? yo no sé

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

No one really hates it

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

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

And tell her to make me breakfast

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner

This is how she want to live

It´s the battle of life