This is a song about "Eating boogers"

Eating on that pussy they all come around

There must be another route, way out

Usually i scare my victims before i go and do my eating

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

In a beanie eating zucchinis dodging the diabetes

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Like a diabetic eating cream puffs

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Her tears are like acid, eating my insides

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

After eating burgers and chips

We buy cars, y’all flip whips