This is a song about "Don t starve"

Ours in a friction that starve your affliction

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

So listen to my bars, i'm eating, these rappers starve.

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

The poor, we starve in the streets, it makes it harder to eat,

But five years from now i bet she see

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

You don;t thin anymore

Baby, let me give you a call

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Since i was killed by the don,

Starting to starve living life non large, end it all discharge

I need henny on the rock, my queen top notch