This is a song about "Mandatory food packaging labels"

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

If i keep it underground, would i get signed by labels,

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Understand we don't understand, it's not mandatory to have faith.

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

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

All my niggas get together to gather loot

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Slapping labels on foreheads and recording excuses in tables

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot