This is a song about "Eats"

He eats rows of em with mustard

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

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

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

I was underground but wasn't trying to renew the lease

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

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

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

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

He believes in praising cows but he eats beef,

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

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

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems