This is a song about "Modified food"

Birds in the sky fluttered with their high numbers in search of food

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

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

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Cuz we see food differently, don't get ya cock stuck,

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

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

Homicide, killin with my glock modified, walk into school kids a sprintin away horrified,

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side