This is a song about "Food terms"

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

I dream of a world where us people eat delicious food,

Try to come to terms with the fact i'll never learn,

But with these words, i'm as free as an intern

Cause some of you bitches funny

Coming to terms, where we can agree

You don't know what half this means let me put it in dumb terms

Yea, dc boy today i'm out the stadium with dollars

Fuck the terms and the phrase, free is what i've chosen

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

I was starving, didn't have money to buy food

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

To what we doing here

In rap terms he keeps it real

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

All my niggas get together to gather loot