This is a song about "Food terms"

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

These fake words and vague terms written on paper,

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Metaphorically speaking i'm alerting you of theoretical terms,

In rap terms he keeps it real

Hopin' when this bread get here

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

In rap terms he keeps it real

But this real, fuck how you feel

All my niggas get together to gather loot

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

But i’m not out looking for me no misses

If ya interested then we got terms to discuss

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts