This is a song about "Hunger strike"

A hunger for murder that shits delicious

Cause my thing something vicious

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

If i get a mill it's because of my own hunger

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

My rhymes strike like acid chemicals,

I'll fuck you after i strike

It sends her on a trip so right

And you ain't gotta go to war

They're searching with the hunger for more

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

I left that pussy whistling as if this game was hunger.

Psych! already tried before, that phone call equals a fueled strike/

Rappers are regular people minus money ya like

James bond, tom ford outta haute couture

Shy beau's beaux strike n scatter, dozen demure