This is a song about "Eating shit"

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

While you chinese be eating flies

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

I'm everywhere eating at you, locust swarm/

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

And eagerly im eating up the greenery speedily

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Her tears are like acid, eating my insides

I got banana clips, eating banana chips, digest a rap, came out your shit,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that