Breakfast

Heart froze, I think I need another one of 'em

Wooda came for that cake, ain't talkin' funnel

Touch her toes, I fuck her face and grip her bundles

I won't fold, no, I won't shake, you know like fumble

Back it up, I tote this rake, my life is precious

These niggas know they cannot hang like necklace

Wooda too real, the paint it cut like crevice

Aye bae, go roll a J and cook the breakfast

Metaphor, I am the fecal matter

Reservoir, my flow and speech is chatter