This is a song about "Not eating"

Usually i scare my victims before i go and do my eating

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

We was high school peers, in junior high

Just sit about eating your life of pi,

Invading me are eating me

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

And getting money is the song i sing

So i'm gonna keep making, smoking and eating,

Never agree with that message

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy