This is a song about "Healthy foods vs junk food"

And junk food that's been feeding me.

Knowing you can no longer party

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Tell me that you're joking not rapping, your raps are like a cane of junk

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

Truthfully, some eye at least

It was the streak vs the beast

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

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

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

Isle full of genetic foods and poisoned viles