This is a song about "Eating hotdogs"

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

In a beanie eating zucchinis dodging the diabetes

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

Man but this ain't no sign language

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

Invading me are eating me

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

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