This is a song about "Food for thought"

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Cared none for what others thought was at steak/

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

Truthfully don't do much, but with you trying do something

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

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

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

I'ma rap deep you just talk burble i shot ma fiend off of me which instead made me much dull

Hold up, check that his food for any lice,

Keep me a bitch with some sexy thighs

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

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

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

I make food for the family, go back to insanity

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see