This is a song about "Eating skittles"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

After eating burgers and chips

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

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

Her tears are like acid, eating my insides

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Because he made his decision

Ice tea and skittles, ima share it like my last supper

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

You're rhymes are as straight as a bowl fill of skittles

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

But that's not stoppin' me from eatin' your muffin

Eating like muhammad ali after ramadan

Trying to give them light and a message

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,