This is a song about "Eating crepes"

For the occasion, paper planes

These french pancakes give me the crepes

Yull need gauze handicap eating applesauce

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

My mama smoked so god damn much

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Like a diabetic eating cream puffs

And then along came the wrong man for her

Eating my soul just like cancer,

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

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