This is a song about "Out to eat"

Eat you pests call me insectivore sweat out your pores

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

I don't know defeat

Meat for everyone to eat,

Dont have the strength to eat

I keep my money neat

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

U wanted to eat me absolute raw

I got nice hands nigga eat out my palms

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

I better get my gown

About to eat up ya whole town

Only reason you exist bitch i need food to eat

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

Human meats good to eat

From the back seat, back seat