This is a song about "Speaking of food lets get high"

Now all im tryna do is get food

Banging out niggas with attitude

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

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

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

Lets creep, lets greet whilst debts wean into depths of seas,

Im speaking from the mind, speaking out of knowledge, breathing god's air im feeling alive

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Now lets get it started

Contributing the real shit

Metaphorically speaking i'm alerting you of theoretical terms,

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Declaration of war, lets get competitive if you think to me you're on par.