This is a song about "Homeless out of money out of food very sad time everyone was affected redundant lasted twelve years lonely dark time saved by ww2"

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

To pay for the food in his garden its almost time for harvest its a combination of toxins

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

Time a beat drops and take out anyone tryna destroy the art of hip hop

I beat the fucking shit out of my dad when i was twelve/

Never will i ever utter never to myself

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Weekend parties go quick no bluff,out of time it tends to suck

No money, little bit of chance, skill, and i was out sold,

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

I start out small by slaving africa, this time theres no saving,

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Weekend parties go quick no bluff,out of time it tends to suck

Weekend parties go quick no bluff,out of time it tends to suck

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup