This is a song about "Donating food to feeding hong kong"

Picking food out the trash while your mum is fucking a hobo next to the trash can

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

To livin in a house with food my stomach

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

Trying not to live on food stamps and eat at gas stations,

But i ain't had none in a while i need your aspirations

I was starving, didn't have money to buy food

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

It's hard to care about the poor with everything they're feeding ya,

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Police at the door sing like denzel and king kong.

But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone

And as i can't gather enough food to eat

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

To start shit bigger than king kong

But just when it gets good, she's gone