This is a song about "Hula hoop rock group turtle soup swoop"

East with biggie and group home

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Banging out niggas with attitude

Want a taste of the lyrical soup,

There's probably a whole group of other names

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Burnt the soup, call it asher’s broth

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Inspiration throughout the group

Go to a soup kitchen

It ain't where i been