This is a song about "Eatin pusy"

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

Bonin' bitches; coerce, eatin' wet pussy surf n' turf

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Not of sound mind eatin liver with some fava beans

I came from underneath the dirt, eatin worms,

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

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

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

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Gods of cold like we eatin ambrosian,

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

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late