This is a song about "Being in hunger"

Just for me being weird in the past/

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

Between being skinned alive and bathed in acid

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Blow up and being in a position

Racism bullets being shot in every which way

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

It's like the hunger game only realer and harder and the same you should be in shame

I believed in a higher being.

Now this is what i call an evening

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

He's being cornered, with little ammo in store