This is a song about "Love for asian food"

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

And is ready for love section

Hope ya'll ain't have no protection

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

But got love for them girls

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Bonding over our love for drugs

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

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

The kids are wasting food while others ache for the day they get aid from groups

It’s something that’s in your veins

A skinny asian who wears chains