This is a song about "Zhieya and lazavion eating booty"

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

And mama doesn't make enough, so you're eating the free lunch,

I wanna real life big booty hoe, so i can have her strip and put on a show,

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Usually i scare my victims before i go and do my eating

And he just fell asleep in his car eating three musketeers in the rear seat

We ain't playing for rings and that trophy i mention before, i let em keep

It’s been going on for a few weeks now, and it’s eating my brain

All this icin i'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

And it'll keep eating till it takes an emotional toll

And getting money is the song i sing

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