This is a song about "Eating good"

Eating my soul just like cancer,

Yeah, they call me country grammar

And put another half a mil in my bank account

Eating on that pussy they all come around

Her tears are like acid, eating my insides

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

Got a big fat lawsuit and everything

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

Invading me are eating me

My slight fo's just talk dirty

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

After eating burgers and chips