This is a song about "Monsters eating pizz"

No rations or resources for eating//

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Eating my soul just like cancer,

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Eating like muhammad ali after ramadan

Proper-ly in slanted postures nigga we some mutha fucking monsters

Where there’s minimal conscience and there’s thousands of choppers

While you chinese be eating flies

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

So i'm gonna keep making, smoking and eating,

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

As they rape those monsters i smoke my weed