This is a song about "Begging for food"

To pay for the food in his garden its almost time for harvest its a combination of toxins

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

I'm always down and out watching things decay, always begging for

Why they begging for some more

And there's little to be glad for

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

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

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

I make food for the family, go back to insanity

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

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

Didn't talk for months/ hid food because i couldn't get