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

By the time you need food its already spent

That happen to act like a black president

No food in your fridge how you gna feed four kids

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

The populations controlled and all the food that you ate

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

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

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

Im starved got you in my pot call it food for thought

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

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

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

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible