This is a song about "Mod menu"

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

Do or die is on the menu

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

Dont compare urself with em... u aint got that mod!

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Turn the menu to repeat so that you can hear this song twice

Miss "you" miss cues and misuse one's menu

I'm tryna learn somethin new

You're on his menu,

Would have came back for you

Then dipped into the sea, back, for next thing menu-ed up

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck