This is a song about "Eating"

So i can understand police victims

Like a diabetic eating cream puffs

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Her tears are like acid, eating my insides

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

Top dawg eating luxury pedigree

In a beanie eating zucchinis dodging the diabetes

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

It go microphone check, one, two, yola

Bitches mad, was eating on they sofa

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Eating late at night, with my bro

Same bitches used to play me though