This is a song about "Food for thought"

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

Your the type of hater that ends up floatin 6ft deep at the bottom of a barrel

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

I'm too explosive for your ears like i'm throwing bombs

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

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

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

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

Didn't talk for months/ hid food because i couldn't get

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

No one can find me. i can fish for food in this bay.

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

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