This is a song about "Titties for breakfast"

So while you worry about the hoes

Signin titties at the rock shows

N-i-c in rikers island, downstateall the peoples i met along the way

Without a nice pair of titties i would probably last a day,

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Lift her shirt them titties bezerk (damn girl)

Ya shell be aight never hurl

And tell her to make me breakfast

Real nigga, that's just how i'm built

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner

You is not hip then i can not coach her

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

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth