This is a song about "Eating botty"

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

And what i done just ain't enough

Like a diabetic eating cream puffs

Bitches mad, was eating on they sofa

It go microphone check, one, two, yola

Her tears are like acid, eating my insides

Foamposites, the lebrons, i’m fuckin’ wit’ the spikes

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

Now she attentive, i bet she listen to everything

And my deliverance is carnivorous, yeah im eating beef

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

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

No rations or resources for eating//