This is a song about "Food and cash crops"

They'll turn you and flip you like your food and their tongs.

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

I came through with diseased semen on my pen

Make meets ends picking crops for a penny here and then

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

And i’m making a difference and i’m getting nice cash,

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

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

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

And in this game you the gators' food

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

If you knew my past and you knew my cash

But i let off everything i have