This is a song about "Eating botty"

So i'm gonna keep making, smoking and eating,

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Yull need gauze handicap eating applesauce

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Eating my soul just like cancer,

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

You got phat pockets like a fat boy

Lights bulbs when wearin' that wig, flyin' kites

Her tears are like acid, eating my insides

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Yull need gauze handicap eating applesauce