This is a song about "Food brokers"

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Sent to their deaths by the vicious power brokers/

Now all im tryna do is get food

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

And in this game you the gators' food

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

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

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Have you ever been sitting in a room with no food.

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

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude