This is a song about "Eating crepes"

Her tears are like acid, eating my insides

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

And no longing for dates

These french pancakes give me the crepes

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

Like a diabetic eating cream puffs

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Half a mill "rap-touring," jarrett jack boy

On the bible you can run

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.