This is a song about "Rotten food"

Your rhymes stink, like rotten bananas in a trash can,

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

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

Waitin' in the fields to pick the cotton, sick and rotten nations,

But i ain't had none in a while i need your aspirations

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

But rather than singing non praise the dude

So i banged for a minute

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

Now all im tryna do is get food

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them