This is a song about "My anaconda don t want nun unless you got buns hun"

Lucky, that obama got relected so people could stop being hun-gry.

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

This is your jam, unless you got toe jam

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

"nothing stays the same unless you want the pain

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

And the wrong time

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Why haven't you fled, run! your fat #buns gonna be part of my #mac's lunch