This is a song about "Modified food"

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

And junk food that's been feeding me.

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

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

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

No doctors and lawyers or nurses and cops, just fast food,

I want to fight the music on this one

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine