This is a song about "Eating mounds"

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

Kids in africa eating sticks, while ceos eating caviar

Eating my soul just like cancer,

And i ain't frontin for her

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

You niggas is anything, my bitches get everything

You got phat pockets like a fat boy

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

They vaguely decipher my language

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,