This is a song about "Watermelon eating"

No rations or resources for eating//

Light skinned women, all sex everything

Bitches mad, was eating on they sofa

It go microphone check, one, two, yola

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

Her tears are like acid, eating my insides

Mmg and that's my clique

Ate a watermelon seed

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

Now this is what i call an evening

And my deliverance is carnivorous, yeah im eating beef

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Yull need gauze handicap eating applesauce

Metaphor, chilling with better whores