This is a song about "Ass eating"

And how it feels to feel that feeling

No rations or resources for eating//

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening

Usually i scare my victims before i go and do my eating

Eating late at night, with my bro

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

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

In a beanie eating zucchinis dodging the diabetes

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

After eating burgers and chips

Cancel my reservations, yeah we're eating in

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

Like a diabetic eating cream puffs

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff