This is a song about "Love for asian food"

Food for thought is like candy to a mind that's open to any

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

To pay for the food in his garden its almost time for harvest its a combination of toxins

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

They love me, for the d,

C’mon and let’s chill baby

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

Hold up, check that his food for any lice,

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

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

Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip

Didn't talk for months/ hid food because i couldn't get

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head