This is a song about "Begging for food"

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

I make food for the family, go back to insanity

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Leave you crippled and begging for the battering to be relieved

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

It's nuts, how does he got such an appetite for food rappers

I'm on my knees now lord i'm begging you for a miracle,

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

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

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

Hold up, check that his food for any lice,

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Im starved got you in my pot call it food for thought

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

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