This is a song about "Gonna eat the booty like groceries"

So i went down south but i ended up north

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls

Eat rappers like dahmer and smile like bundy

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Dance like it's hammer time in the lime light, ya gonna score

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

Ill bag you like groceries i flow ferociously

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

Like "i aint ever gonna get the dick anyways"

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

I don't like rappers i just wanna eat

Treat my lyrics like the fucking food you eat and i'll keep you,

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue