This is a song about "Food for thought"

Try to taste this food for thought, and swear that you don't feel a sting

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Wouldn't have thought about it, for a second,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I make food for the family, go back to insanity

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

Waited for so long; thought you'd never know

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

Maybe it's hatred i spew, maybe it's food for the spirit

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

All my niggas get together to gather loot

But i think your just hungry for a bit of food, you got a better chance at winning this battle

Your false persona while i'm on ya baby's c "bbc" like the english channel