This is a song about "No money to eat"

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

I stole what i got no receipts, its bull sellin rocks just to eat

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Or slowly scissor cut you in to quarter portions to eat

And as i can't gather enough food to eat

I'm a motherfucking beast see me in your sleep

Getting to the money

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

No more money, no more fame

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Me and my peeps often meet

Dont have the strength to eat

No money no talk,no energy no walk

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top