This is a song about "Uber eats"

Barack obama comin' this way, he eats all the pie

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

He eats rows of em with mustard

Red bottoms with the spike work

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Lead to his demise eats up all mc's he deep fries

And a kid that eats nothing but candy won' t get tooth decay/

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

The kind this kid eats/hit you wit fists n feet /2 ur lips n cheeks/

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

Could have left him dead in the streets, fuck that i finna get some eats

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Got tired of running from the police

He believes in praising cows but he eats beef,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

The bitch is too fucking lousy, the fat bitch eats brownies