This is a song about "Eatin ads"

Eatin' their life of a tuna like my idol bro

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

Not of sound mind eatin liver with some fava beans

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

For repair i've mastered the airways spitting faster then sound waves

Cause you be lookin fatter from eatin too many peanut butter pancakes

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Got these amateurs eatin out of my palms

Its eatin me alive im slowly losin my composure

Never hate on no one, your blessing’s getting closer

Razor sharp flow, masculin delivery, eatin' laxatives

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Eatin' crab out in malibu with no boo

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

But really your lyrics have no taste its like eatin a piece of wood