This is a song about "Eatin like"

Eatin' their life of a tuna like my idol bro

But i’m worth it though work this shit so perfect though

Eatin' all the rappers, got their names on my plate

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Just to fit in, til i learned i could hurt them so much, so i started eatin lunch,

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

Razor sharp flow, masculin delivery, eatin' laxatives

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Its eatin me alive im slowly losin my composure

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

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

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

The way we eatin her we gonna need bibs with a side of cribs,

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

Eatin' crab out in malibu with no boo