This is a song about "Can you eat cheeze"

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

We never can eat on the carpet

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Shit but work a nine to five so i can properly eat,

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Why talk to this mothfucker knowing that i can eat him

We will cook you up and eat,

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Only reason you exist bitch i need food to eat

I'm a motherfucking beast see me in your sleep

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

Eat you up, spit you blue, call it pac man

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

Or slowly scissor cut you in to quarter portions to eat

Eat you like i eat millions of civilians,

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips