This is a song about "Money and food"

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

He lives of food vendors and shelters, rendered by grouts that reckon,

Making money in manillas, but buying food stamps with a vista

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

And pawn shops and thrift stores and food lion, nail it hard,

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Wit a fuck you tattoo no food and a face so pale

Rebound slow you down but you gotta exhale

And thats why i got all this food on my tray, nigga

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

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