This is a song about "Amy and food"

The populations controlled and all the food that you ate

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

And pawn shops and thrift stores and food lion, nail it hard,

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

Wit a fuck you tattoo no food and a face so pale

6 in the morning, i’m gonna call wale

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

I hit your block and we can box for fun

Trying not to live on food stamps and eat at gas stations,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

They have no food, and they sleep on the cement

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best