This is a song about "Eating"

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

Man but this ain't no sign language

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

Eating souls from fatalities granting me immortality,

Yull need gauze handicap eating applesauce

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

No rations or resources for eating//

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

It go microphone check, one, two, yola

Bitches mad, was eating on they sofa

Eating on that pussy they all come around

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought