This is a song about "Eat"

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

A hundred degrees, i dove in and started to eat

I'm a eat, burp, and leave.

But in the meantime it's lights please

Eat it with my pistol.

Yea it look official

And im ready to eat

The revolution will proceed

Meat for everyone to eat,

From the back seat, back seat

When i eat that chicken,

Miami nights, ain't another one

I can't eat, i can't sleep

We can't catch the beat

What do i really need

That's all your gonna eat