This is a song about "Food for thought"

Food for thought is like candy to a mind that's open to any

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

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

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

I quit rapping for awhile, smile gone thought i moved on

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

Who would of thought, someone like me wanted this for the cause

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

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

To pay for the food in his garden its almost time for harvest its a combination of toxins

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

The kids are wasting food while others ache for the day they get aid from groups

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves