This is a song about "Eating pizza"

Eating my soul just like cancer,

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

I picture a happy day at the pizza shop

I'd like to treat you to a faygo and a slice of pizza

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

And that's word to my nigga bad boy

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

If not i'm hoping that this letter could convey how i'm feeling

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

Its easy on tv make them believe what they be seeing

Like a diabetic eating cream puffs

And finally, everyone got their own problems