This is a song about "K9 feeder"

I said,fuck safari,slap you from a mac to a rack

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

But i can't lessen on my succession rappin in profession

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

When anorexics see you, they feel they need to go on a diet.

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The former, position of a pimp

And ones desiresbe pulling all my cabbage like priorsstuck in the trance searching for something higher

Hip hop's adviser but this slanguage imma' encipher to use as a fertilizer

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

I just added another platinum plague to my trophy rack

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.