This is a song about "Protein amino acids meat eggs"

A taste of my acids kid, i’ll never be on that faggot shit,

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Got a lot money, no mouldy meat

Sometimes i think, what i need

Hey baster stop battling me (carl c) your master, your spiting some eggs

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

You'll never meet (meat) me

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Told my old lady to make me eggs without warning

You wonda why they call u bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Rack rack city bitch

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Protein-packed like a powerbar hat trick