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

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

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

Hands and feet i'm securing, eating you alive i'm wolfing, i'm on par but i ain't golfing

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Like being garbage some type of disease

While i'm eating some cheese and watch the trees

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

Got so much money and booty call it pirate loot

Pussy what i be eating for lunch brunch and dinner,

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

As this booty quakes lakes,

While working on my mistakes

Is heaven just another door? i leave this here

And my last name is cook but im the one eating the meal