This is a song about "Forgetting to eat dinner"

Shit but work a nine to five so i can properly eat,

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Remember when i used to eat sardines for dinner

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

Powdered milk, that's how it feels, we need somethin' to eat,

I like to eat cherries

You make a nigga sing songs nice

I have a journey to crest have you for dinner

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Sometimes i think, what i need

A demonic soul that needs to eat.

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

Forgetting not my true purpose, i proceed to killing and sending souls up