This is a song about "Eat the booty groceries"

Ill eat your rhymes for brunch, and shit the lines before lunch,

Ore voir to the doubters, and a punt is every challenge

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

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

Dont have the strength to eat

Me and my peeps often meet

Thug life niggas and we be ready for whatever

To be able to eat and sleep whatever the weather/

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

This a different motor man better go to work

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

And i didn't just want to grip on your booty