This is a song about "Hunger strike"

I'll fuck you after i strike

Right side, right side

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

Freedom from hunger and freedom from pain

Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right

Hiding under your bed waiting for the right time to strike

Blinding light/defining strike

Halfback toss to right

I sell hot peas and butter, don't want to see you suffer

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

Out in la im fakin' hitting switches

A hunger for murder that shits delicious

I'm going off the top of the brain

Yo fuck all fame got a hunger ta gain

Hold up, maryland, i am so tour

Shy beau's beaux strike n scatter, dozen demure