This is a song about "Eating kittens"

And eagerly im eating up the greenery speedily

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Eating like muhammad ali after ramadan

Ross and folarin, couple women

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

This writers block, is eating me whole

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

School and friends and kittens like i did when i was nine

My mama smoked so god damn much

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Like a diabetic eating cream puffs