This is a song about "Eat a sick nigga"

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

I'm just so sick of this shit these motherfuckers put on a nigga,

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Print a receipt out my ass crack for you to eat.

A hundred degrees, i dove in and started to eat

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

A pin-prick, it makes me sick

I got nice hands nigga eat out my palms

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Thick lips and a sick class

I can get straight to the cash

I eat em up like a carnivore

I'm that nigga y'all - i just ball

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

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep