This is a song about "Food in the 70s"

I make food for the family, go back to insanity

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

Only food accepts the fat kids, got nothing else to run to

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

And in this game you the gators' food

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

To put food on the table..clothes on his back

Top of the food chain, devouring mc's for breakfast

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Food gives energy, people pursue the recipes but are drained of juice

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

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

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

Birds in the sky fluttered with their high numbers in search of food

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute