This is a song about "You look like you eat poptarts"

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I eat you like a afternoon snack, and i pour in the side glass some jack/

Treat my lyrics like the fucking food you eat and i'll keep you,

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

Musical ideal, so keep this up and i'll eat you like a meal/

Okay i think its time we make moves, no clothes required here

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

Bro look at your face its a disgrace, to humanity, you look like you hit third

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I dont kids like you,i eat emcees,they call me cannibal

And i let her spend half the ticket, give or take

Acting like it's good to be fake i eat you like cake

It's a chordaroy life that i'm living hazy

I eat emcee's like you for breakfast daily,

Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though

You look and sound like pillsbury n' dough