This is a song about "Eating you out"

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

Help out a friend who's living with the rats and eating scraps

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

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

A role bought for 5 nickles per hour, a sicko eating out a quarter-pounder's girth

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

Help out a friend who's living with the rats and eating scraps

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

Eating like muhammad ali after ramadan

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

And this will be the song that we sing

No rations or resources for eating//

Killing every officer as if its fate/ they took my dad away/ now this world

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served