This is a song about "Food safety and sanitation"

I'm an overachiever, so how about i start a team of leaders

Wars all the way, every day people suffering from food and water dearth,

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

They'll turn you and flip you like your food and their tongs.

And it's hard to pay, even with food stamps and medicaid,

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

And thats why i got all this food on my tray, nigga

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

He lives of food vendors and shelters, rendered by grouts that reckon,

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Concerned for our safety

My lady, my baby

Wit a fuck you tattoo no food and a face so pale

Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

Banging out niggas with attitude