This is a song about "Food terms"

Metaphorically speaking i'm alerting you of theoretical terms,

Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin' hard on our sisters

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

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

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Coming to terms, where we can agree

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

In rap terms he keeps it real

If you're not really here

In rap terms he keeps it real

Hopin' when this bread get here