This is a song about "Food in my belly"

Making money in manillas, but buying food stamps with a vista

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

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

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

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

Meanwhile you can stroke my fuckin' belly nigga,

My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

No food in your fridge how you gna feed four kids

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

Or watch your girl's ovaries laid to put some food in your plate

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

With no food in your tummy and nobody to lend you a loan

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

Or watch your girl's ovaries laid to put some food in your plate