This is a song about "Food terms"

Metaphorically speaking i'm alerting you of theoretical terms,

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

Third ward general, young cash money

Coming to terms, where we can agree

These fake words and vague terms written on paper,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

And in this game you the gators' food

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

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

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

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

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

New dough for the new year and i sumo on a rap peer

In terms of propaganda this was an astronomical year