This is a song about "I want food"

My passport got stamped before a couple rhymes

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

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

I make food for the family, go back to insanity

That i can mold into whatever i want

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

Hit you from a block away

I want to live my way

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

This is not the way i want

I dream of a world where us people eat delicious food,

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

I want this shit forever, man

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

I don't want no fucking crown

We ball, that breakdown