This is a song about "I want food"

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

That's all i fucking want

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

Foamposites, the lebrons, i’m fuckin’ wit’ the spikes

I want respect not likes, i want them checks off mikes

And inside they think rap's soft

10 mil thats all i want

Know give me a head start

This is not the way i want

That i can mold into whatever i want

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Maybe it's hatred i spew, maybe it's food for the spirit

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit