This is a song about "Rotten food"

Like this rotten candy beat with biggie smalls speech

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

First sceneproducers pointin' like action

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

And in this game you the gators' food

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

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

All my niggas get together to gather loot

The news is applauding them trodding over the rotten corpses

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

Your shot is rotten, now we rised up, ain't stopped the plottin',

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been