This is a song about "Pizza crust"

Screwing emcees with ma flow or fucking the whole earth's crust

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

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

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

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

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

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

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Formed crust, two rabbits fucking in a bush,

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

I picture a happy day at the pizza shop

And i should've known to have a thicker crust

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Serving disses like dishes pie yah im bout lay crust,