This is a song about "Moldy pizza"

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Like "can i live" i'm just heading to the pizza shop

Moldy wood. i give my all when i pick up the pen, try to put me down say i'm

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

Like i'm a moldy old herb

The concept is so absurd

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

I picture a happy day at the pizza shop

I'd like to treat you to a faygo and a slice of pizza

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

Come over here, he's blastin' rap music, eatin' pizza,

Live for tonight, before tomorrow's amnesia

Okay today i was the freshest in my area

Cannibal who's munchin on you're legs, like some jet's pizza