This is a song about "Eating disorders"

You got phat pockets like a fat boy

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Purify that woman soul

This writers block, is eating me whole

They getting nice, they got some ice

While you chinese be eating flies

No rations or resources for eating//

Now this is what i call an evening

Just went back to collegeshe is my dancer, when she dance i throw her dollars

New world order and i'm the master of psychological disorders,

After eating burgers and chips

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix