This is a song about "Begging for food"

Shouts out to st. louey, swag champ i got the belt

As i lay down on the street,begging for help

Begging me to quit rap, but i'm just not ready to let it loose for her

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Stop begging for benjamins, beget your recompense and start wrecking shop with

But i guess i was begging for it/ you left and you just tried to award it

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Maybe it's hatred i spew, maybe it's food for the spirit

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

I start the aiming he starts begging for another chance at living

Was just such a fufilling feeling, we stuck in the building