This is a song about "Amy and food"

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

And as i can't gather enough food to eat

He lives of food vendors and shelters, rendered by grouts that reckon,

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

Wars all the way, every day people suffering from food and water dearth,

This ain’t for all and every people, don’t compare me to rappers

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

The populations controlled and all the food that you ate

Mama made her pretty

And junk food that's been feeding me.

They'll turn you and flip you like your food and their tongs.

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

No doctors and lawyers or nurses and cops, just fast food,