This is a song about "Eat it"

The poor, we starve in the streets, it makes it harder to eat,

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

Why must you make me come back to you and then make you eat it

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Take a bit out of the game or fuck it ill just eat it whole

I plan to do worse, ah fuck it tomnight i guess imma eat first

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

And leave no remains fuck it ill even eat your brains

I'm still a ruler, i eat it if it doesn't smell like tuna

As far as being hard, i feel i’m somewhere near medusa

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

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

I'll eat you like velveeta when i smother it all on my mac and cheese,

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth