This is a song about "Eating my boory"

Her tears are like acid, eating my insides

I might give you the pipe unless you pedaling bikes

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

I ain't gotta flash my money to prove to you that i'm eating

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Im full of generosity, healthy from eating my broccoli,

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

And my deliverance is carnivorous, yeah im eating beef

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

It’s been going on for a few weeks now, and it’s eating my brain

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

So listen to my bars, i'm eating, these rappers starve.

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy