This is a song about "Mod menu"

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

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

Nigga there's nothin' left of you

Do or die is on the menu

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

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Wolf gang, triple six crew

You're on his menu,

Rev up the lamborghini, and hail it for you

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

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

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