This is a song about "Eatin cheetos"

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

Gods of cold like we eatin ambrosian,

Crunching cheetos between my teeth turning em orange from white,

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

Come over here, he's blastin' rap music, eatin' pizza,

And if the cops come, i just hit amnesia

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Not of sound mind eatin liver with some fava beans

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Eatin pussy up for dinner man that shit smell like salmon

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

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good