This is a song about "Make bite the dust"

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

The ink on my fingertips should be on my lips - it's a love bite

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Bite into your bangs, shake the chains.

I got a team full of dogs and the dogs bite,

To take all those wrongs and make them right

I'm a fucking rap god, niggas going wear me being crucified on the cross and

Dangerously vicious mentally retarded when im swinging kickin the dust,

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Bite the #steely, #damn, like walt becker or donald fagen,

Ben's left in the dust wallowin in defeat

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

He's got the first and last bite!

Were running wild tonight