This is a song about "Eatin pusy"

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

You had a new clear heart. guess i was hiroshima

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

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

You saying you dominate is like showing a fake id saying your last names

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

Thats like a fat dude eatin mad food n dying of famine

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

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

Givin fat albert eatin lessons like some kinda snl parody,

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Eatin pussy up for dinner man that shit smell like salmon