This is a song about "Eat her ass"

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

She aint hungry but expecting me to eat her

Pockets probably like fried food

Eat her pussy out like its veggie soup/

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Always asking to eat her spinach dip, then after, we eat her ribs,

Shes called the twerk queen, when her ass is flatter than someone turnin thirteen,

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Ha, that make it hard to be faithful

Eat her out, now she's the table

Walking after her ass like a lil puppy, ain't a thing funny

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Hump her ass till you cum and she grunts.

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents