This is a song about "Pizza crust"

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

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Formed crust, two rabbits fucking in a bush,

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

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

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

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

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

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

Serving disses like dishes pie yah im bout lay crust,

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

And i should've known to have a thicker crust