This is a song about "Std burrito"

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Top of the food chain, devouring mc's for breakfast

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

I eat emcee's like you for breakfast daily,

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Shovelin' in my breakfast like i don't care about calories

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

And this ain’t biblical but this sermon is spiritual

I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

We ate, not capri suns and sandwiches and sunny d's,

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

Is bein' broke as fuck, and can't afford a noodle bowl,