This is a song about "Eat it"

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

It should be a fact that i'm dope, cause bitches eat me up like cantaloupe/

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Powdered milk, that's how it feels, we need somethin' to eat,

Keep it a good stack i eat cheese from hood rats

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Cheat and steal, keep it real, eat a meal, life's will,

Ill make you eat the words of your fruity rap then tell me how it fuckin tastes

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

And leave no remains fuck it ill even eat your brains

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes