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

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

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

Ran right in ross, lookin' real prominent

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

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

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

You light-years behind here

And you don't eat, like bitch for real

I'm a eat, burp, and leave.

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Wait, a level 3 has you salty?

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see