This is a song about "Forgetting to eat dinner"

Powdered milk, that's how it feels, we need somethin' to eat,

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Remember when i used to eat sardines for dinner

If he does my soul to keep

Meat for everyone to eat,

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Shit but work a nine to five so i can properly eat,

I pray the lord my guns to keep

And im ready to eat

I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right

I'll eat other mcs to fulfil my appetite

But hey yo look, money from across the street

A demonic soul that needs to eat.

Forgetting not my true purpose, i proceed to killing and sending souls up

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug