This is a song about "Eat a sick nigga"

Because your a sick bastard

The wrong drink, the right work

I'm a eat, burp, and leave.

Just know that i'm always

Turn up that music

A pin-prick, it makes me sick

I eat em up like a carnivore

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

Me and my peeps often meet

A demonic soul that needs to eat.

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

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

I'm a realass nigga sick of being spitted on cause i'm the "wrong" one

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen