This is a song about "Out to eat"

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

Or slowly scissor cut you in to quarter portions to eat

U wanted to eat me absolute raw

Is written in our souls, africa

Print a receipt out my ass crack for you to eat.

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Eat you pests call me insectivore sweat out your pores

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Eat her pussy out like its veggie soup/

And im ready to eat

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

As we rest in peace maggots eat us out