This is a song about "Food and cash crops"

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Respect cash and its powerful guarantee

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

And niggas flashing crazy

And junk food that's been feeding me.

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

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

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

We all commit sin, counterfeit stash and cash crops

And in this game you the gators' food

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

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

Trying to move foward, though it never stops