This is a song about "Eatin booty"

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

Eatin niggas, killin niggas, makin dope music.

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

As this booty quakes lakes,

And i ain't got what it takes

Its eatin me alive im slowly losin my composure

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Booty meat shaking in a groovey street

Sometimes i think, what i need

Higher than a vanilla sky, float by you

Eatin' crab out in malibu with no boo

Razor sharp flow, masculin delivery, eatin' laxatives

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Big booty girls whining on me so slow

I just call it …remember all the dough