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

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

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

By the time you need food its already spent

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

No food in your fridge how you gna feed four kids

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

I'm just grateful there's a roof and food on the table

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

Get the r. kelly tape and see how we piss on you

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

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

Got the perfect plan to help me get her