This is a song about "Eats"

The kind this kid eats/hit you wit fists n feet /2 ur lips n cheeks/

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

Lead to his demise eats up all mc's he deep fries

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

He believes in praising cows but he eats beef,

He eats rows of em with mustard

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

Could have left him dead in the streets, fuck that i finna get some eats

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

The bitch is too fucking lousy, the fat bitch eats brownies

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

You thought his orten, but his a rhino he eats guys like you,

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats