This is a song about "Krusty krab pizza"

Come over here, he's blastin' rap music, eatin' pizza,

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

I picture a happy day at the pizza shop

I'd like to treat you to a faygo and a slice of pizza

You had a new clear heart. guess i was hiroshima

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

The krusty krabs and the people called haitians

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Cannibal who's munchin on you're legs, like some jet's pizza

Like "can i live" i'm just heading to the pizza shop

But now i got a problem with that little white rock