This is a song about "Heinz beans"

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

Feed it beans, it's gassed up, if it thinks it's stopping me

Now i'm living out my dreams

And has the magic beans

But my momma could'nt even afford beans

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Not of sound mind eatin liver with some fava beans

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

Evading my death by regaining my strength with sensu beans

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

And catch up from behind like a punt of heinz

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Evading my death by regaining my strength with sensu beans