This is a song about "Cans of soup"

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

Passing out snacks while passing zags cause smoking out of cans is whack

Scoopin up all the loot while im sippin on some matzah ball soup

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Go to a soup kitchen

And it weighs a ton

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

You still stare at frozen juice cans, cause they say concentrate.

Then take it down slow

Return of the king of flow

Drowning in the political soup

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

I could eat a bowl of alphabet soup and shit out a smarter statement than that.

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Light skinned women, all sex everything

Tired of feeling wired of dealing