This is a song about "Rotten tomatoe"

In private, not public in the streets

Death due peak, toxic rotten leak my mouth seeps.

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Only her and i knownow i'm sitten' in tha state pen

They calling me often to offer me walls

You drawin straws talkin laws rotten jaws

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

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

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

A party on the stars bitch i'm farther than a martian

Like this rotten candy beat with biggie smalls speech

And then i bounce like cars out in long beach

Before i start to rest, i'll eat on rotten pests

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents