This is a song about "Eat"

Catch you up on places i've been

When i eat that chicken,

I say what my mind speak

I can't eat, i can't sleep

I eat these skaters like chicken

Cold, my style making my nose run

Eat it with my pistol.

Baby i am professional

Cause after all the lights and screams

I like to eat cherries

I can always go home and look down my street

A demonic soul that needs to eat.

And as i can't gather enough food to eat

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep