This is a song about "We ate breakfast"

Munchies, i blamed soda or something that i ate.

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

Break bread hold the flour eat my breakfast but never toast to cowards,

The populations controlled and all the food that you ate

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Style getting anarchistic, shudda ate supper

Swear i will murk any beat

Ate a watermelon seed

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Where i sat and ate some fries with no complications

He's got his fucking brain ate, damn, he has fame paved,

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Never present at breakfast, you just never attended, couldn't digest it.

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit