This is a song about "Eating pies"

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

No rations or resources for eating//

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Yull need gauze handicap eating applesauce

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

They vaguely decipher my language

Invading me are eating me

C’mon and let’s chill baby

And all women who had light features, see

Top dawg eating luxury pedigree

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

They'll have to rename this one

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

They’re selling pies, telling lies, we’re just simply spitting lies,