This is a song about "How i love food"

I wana know how much u really love me

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Maybe it's hatred i spew, maybe it's food for the spirit

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

How could you love her and

So dunn stay silent

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

No food in your fridge how you gna feed four kids

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

Charring fools like barbecue food when i spar with dudes,

Though i love how you do

I'm tryna learn somethin new

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

But how can i give this closure when i love you so much?