This is a song about "Money and food"

Trying not to live on food stamps and eat at gas stations,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

And in this game you the gators' food

The populations controlled and all the food that you ate

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

They'll turn you and flip you like your food and their tongs.

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

I'm just grateful there's a roof and food on the table

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

I was starving, didn't have money to buy food

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

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