This is a song about "Food and cash crops"

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

No doctors and lawyers or nurses and cops, just fast food,

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

And pawn shops and thrift stores and food lion, nail it hard,

Have to move that bitch so far she need a postcard

And it's hard to pay, even with food stamps and medicaid,

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

I'm just grateful there's a roof and food on the table

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

Respect cash and its powerful guarantee

You a lady boss, now you fly free