This is a song about "Eat the booty"

So don't be surprised when i eat your liver, on the spot

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Ill fuckin eat ya live, u an indian, im the cupboard

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

Send you back to earth with this, eat the grass and dirt!

I eat the weak links , and i crush the mammoth

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

Cassidys in disses to teach me to eat the masters to pieces

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

You do the same process, eat sleep repeat.