This is a song about "Monsters eating pizz"

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

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

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

It wont happen cuz i m quick to ''drop '' u so called monsters/

Just tell me that i ever meant anything

No rations or resources for eating//

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Eating like muhammad ali after ramadan

Eating my soul just like cancer,

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

When the monsters and demons in my own head fear me

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Uzi pop, you news and choppers

Hovering above us like monsters