This is a song about "I got all this recipe"

Word play, word play

But all i got to say

And thats why i got all this food on my tray, nigga

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

So as of now this is all i got,

All i got is this orange jump suit, i got sick from grapefruit juice,

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

I put my head on the table an sacrificed it all, just to be kicked down infront of them all,

This got perfection, it got it all, i'm at the top and i cannot fall

Only real niggas stay on top

But sadly they're all i got

Y'all wonder why i got this rage and all this hate for the man,

Odd future, there wolves bang where a couple bears hang