This is a song about "Hunger strike"

I felt it, the hunger and the thirst

We left em a world that's cursed

Hiding under your bed waiting for the right time to strike

Niggas is hot when i hit the block, what if i die tonight

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Yo fuck all fame got a hunger ta gain

My rhymes strike like acid chemicals,

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Shy beau's beaux strike n scatter, dozen demure

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Til we strike out, we just hoping we don't strike out

They're searching with the hunger for more

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

If i ever get discovered and rewarded for ma hunger

I need to be the center piece of my entire culture