This is a song about "Lookin real salty eat a frosty"

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

That's why all these bitches frosty.

Ran right in ross, lookin' real prominent

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Leave your life lookin like a short film my friend

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Relapse, gotta relax, make real raps, eat snacks.

We looking for a bite to eat real quick

And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Fuck with me best believe i'm a beast so i'll eat

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

Print a receipt out of my ass crack for you to eat.

No longer with us; he's deceased

My team eat everyday a feast